Friday, May 30, 2014

The Conch

out the windmill of your lungs
the electrochemical whispers
condense to ink-soaked clouds
     allowed to think to think aloud
a consciousness plays a conch
your thoughts are far too wet
"Savez-vous où vous êtes?"
     Jouez-vous de la clarinette?
you play the shell of a dead animal
throwing salt at the sky
crying, the asylum oh the asylum
     eins zwei drei
you bend your mind
til you can no longer see
the other end another end
     push replay and hit resend
     kiss the passers-by

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