01-09-2013, 10:10 AM
The paper mache youth
always talk about their
layers of sovereignty,
with the same words that
echo in promised depth.
.
From here the vistas seem
so shallow, and the name-
sakes are all spelled the
same.
.
I’m drowning in three inches
of spit, 70 faces into one
mouth, and so few drops from
each.
.
The days don’t come, the weight
of all these living corpses trap
them here.
.
Sometimes they don’t
grow up. Do they ever?
always talk about their
layers of sovereignty,
with the same words that
echo in promised depth.
.
From here the vistas seem
so shallow, and the name-
sakes are all spelled the
same.
.
I’m drowning in three inches
of spit, 70 faces into one
mouth, and so few drops from
each.
.
The days don’t come, the weight
of all these living corpses trap
them here.
.
Sometimes they don’t
grow up. Do they ever?