Your Sorrow Sleeps
your sorrow sleeps
as
we
play
our tune
what is a strand
in the hand
of
the
marooned
fake men dancing
marionette striking matches
i
am
the
paper in machette
the burning in the frozen flames
eyes seeking inspiration peering
through my soul
turning out words
all drowning in fish bowls
this beta swimming all alone
reaching for a mate across slaughtered homes
cast a net of denial following lunacy dots that roam
the periods are all awaiting
the greatest
of
all
clots
try'n prove another man's name
all the while flame ing to be same
your words could never save me
with your tongue anchored down
remember i tried calling
but only silence turned me down
take all your sylables for a walk
try'n get closer to the way we stalk
swallow mare spit
ima eagle
not
a
hawk
your sorrow sleeps
guiding you
as
you
walk
?
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