Thursday, June 01, 2017

small room folded legs and troubled back
small room where i live

  english is spoken here
  a wild bastard english
  built of love and hate

when anything is spoken at all.

this is my own tongue
i chewed and spit myself out

no sketch anymore
no more tortured descriptions
mere mumbles break
from the surface of my face

and no echo soothes
no word returns
no tongue but mine
this tongue


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