words fail her

why bother trying to pass off your offense as a good defense? he says,

"please don't treat me like a lawyer sweetie. . . . . .

there will be time for shouting matches."



so he writes - last option.

keeps him cornered in.

the need for more stays pressing,

but he can't force the pen.

for every blot of ink a word is lost. . .pierced skinnew melody

and if these lines stay blank. . . they'll lead to no where.



she starves for attention.

he has hungry mouths to feed.

dietary habits seen [to her]

as born of apathy.

she starves for attention.

he has hungry mouths to feed.

emaciated, both will dream

of times they felt less empty.



under his breath:

"like guests and presidents,

his words were not welcome where they could not stay."

their arguments plotted concentric circles

ending up bulls-eyes over his ribcage.



he starves for attention.

she has hungry mouths to feed.

dietary habits seen [to him]

as born of apathy.

he starves for attention.

she has hungry mouths to feed.

emaciated, both will dream

of times they felt less empty.



i need to believe in these dripping organs sutured to my sleeves.

I want to scream with every dream [out loud] you'd never dare to breathe.

two-four.two-four. i can't breathe.

two-four two-four. (i cannot breathe.)



she starves for attention.

he has hungry mouths to feed.

dietary habits seen [to her]

as born of apathy.

she starves for attention.

he has hungry mouths to feed.

emaciated, both will dream

of times they felt less empty.