Wednesday, March 18, 2009


If I could cover up this world with words
I would sit and type and write and
Upon the floor the walls the
I see in the mirror as well as
Those in the corner

One final absurd blanket for everyone
One final black barbed wall of teeth
One step off the cliff and into the sky

What a day for my hand to cramp
My tongue to knot
My pen to snap
What a day for language to fail
Under the weight of concrete