- A Tongue To Taste
We speak in tongues to taste something,
Like a new way to feel again.
My mouth, lips locked in motion, as they riot and spill.
In language we retreat straight back, like lies through history.
Pronounced our past of self defeat,
So clearly.
So leave it on, one light to see.
One flicker, a whispering.
- My Fictions
It's a fiction past down like vowels through our genes, descending as consonants of heredity.
This is the evidence built on me piece by piece, the subject redeems an identity.
How this public is wittnessing every piece, it's effigy judges - saves.
Hung again untill we're set free.
Let's celebrate a well known secret.
Save their soul and regret it.
My heart is set for the complex and something open, coursing.
Can't cut or bend around there's something, and my heart races.
- Share To Blame
Your face reminding me of the place where we both killed it.
An epitaph signed twice reads, i cannot love this.
So it's my bad timing, to complex to recall how it began.
With my new secret it disappears with every footstep.
Assume some blame for this conviction of my disease.
Measures made, a cure delivered in slow degrees.
My vision fades, blindness sets a second guess to what I see
An idea is made,