*

& I...

have no clue

of what you say is capable of being

true,

such a sucker -

I'm one easy fool;

take words at face value,

that's what mine ears were taught to do,

hold hands with blades which protrude;

Fall for sympathetic lines,

I forget what sounds of lies;

which colorful switch turns the switch off,

make mine soul less soft,

snatch me back before sanity is tossed -

though please,

keep stacking wood pile from reach,

all slighting expletives forever

churn exhaust -

not every mouth's bite

is embossed.