you tear the pillows, violent kneading
whipping thy stallion, neighing
we were tortured souls-
tortured where we stood;
tortured at turns we never took.

.

the signs on the roads we drove;
were all wrong
solving-
lengthy crosswords on my chest
only to fail to add two twos-
you have made me laugh.

.

for once I had hopes;
you would let my voice make a stand.
only for once-
to face your thrashing hand.

.

the pieces on the board,
reshuffled-
for we are tortured souls;
perpetuated in this filth
over and over again.