true
deaf screams
excuse the clutter…
slaughter me for my goodwill,
you court me off guard
this I can not win.
thus i mutter;
formless words without will,
endless prose within burglarproof bars, miss-guard-
ed, intentions leave me locked in.
excuse the slur…
my actions were seen to be impure.
furthermore…
I am not crushed at my core.
where to from here?
which foot to put first?…
found without a quenched thirst…
a fish out of water… near…
… … … silence rings…
the cluster sings…
the clutter hum’s…
deaf screams…
