there are languages
rattling inside my skull
phonemes and morphemes
sending vibratey feelings
transitioning from eh to see
my train runs its course
choo choo up the asshole
water damage on the ceiling
there is no sound
but the sound of sound
colour and sound
stain everything with light
when will you come
to rescue me
from my fascination
with the past perfect progressive
there are languages...
September 16, 2011