The silent science of reconciliation
reverberates through my skull empty as
it may be though you are
in my lap in my palm wrapped around my finger
(like a wedding band and
so i ask who or what traps who or what
manipulates who or what binds who or what
am i are you?) but let's move on let's
get to bed let's fight let's fuck it's
what we do let's never resolve fix the car
walk the dog wash the dog wash the
car fix the dog never talk only
speak never listen only hear scream shout
silence scream shout stop slap shove bruise batter
leaving left lone lost lust lest love(lorn)
(copyright a(scetic)verse, September 04, 2009)
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