9.5.17
Where have our
words disappeared?
Every thing
is quiet.
meals : silent
sex : silent
television : silent
We stare,
we have become creatures
who interpret the world
through eyes, which are small
and weak and beautifully
pigmented,
not unlike my balls,
not unlike this heart
that beats
for you.
when will we release ourselves
from this?
when can i reclaim the life
that i remember?
Written at 12:11 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA.