Imagine a little switch that
you could just flick
just like that
‘’flick”
and whoever you’re talking
to goes silent
Like a big fat blimp far
far away
Animated
but so silent
As silent as the
night
As silent as grandma’s
Sunday afternoon,
on a quiet week
If I could get that switch
installed,
(giving the handyman a
cold, beer once
he’s done)
I’d use it on you
everytime
when you refuse to
shut the hell
up.
my unsupported arms
pillar like,
hold you up,
despite the pain,
despite the numbness,
despite the burn,
lest you fall,
lest you awaken,
lest you cry,
hold you
as i have been held
by the unsupported thoughts
of others.
i am so tired
of the trading of paper
and the loving of traitors
and the words that they staple
words oh so hateful
to the trees made of maple
ever so faithful
and i am so tired
of the silence pervasive
after the laughs have all faded
the glances we traded
i hope i can save it
wont try to escape it
or find love belated
and i am so tired
and probably always will be
for the chains i drag with me
the sieve and the sand 