My ears are reaching,
My body is sinking.
I hear the message,
What painful thinking.
I rip the cords out
And break the pieces.
A pleasure to feel,
A pain to see this.
My eyes are glossing
The pupils are shrinking.
I’m put away.
My ears are ringing.
I move to the background,
And feel it beating
Let it all go
My ears are bleeding.





Published in: on July 11, 1994 at 3:46 am  Leave a Comment  
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