Sunday, March 6, 2016

snake oil

Open eyes
Light starved
Bloodshot marked
Strain and red stain
I question our true voice
We speak with a forked tongue
Does it hum?
Your chest breaks
Ribs expand
Breath
In and out
And meditate baby
A heartbeat showcase 
Learning a love
Poverty and spirituality romanticized for profit
I took it
I looked you in the mouth, teeth, words
My minds eye became haze
Words of the forked tongue
I listened with stopped ears
Mouth moves slow
Speak with air
Can we find a truth amidst our hidden shame




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