why say anything
why talk
why open your mouth
listening in on too much
an old woman found just inside the door locked and no signs of forcible entry. all sealed windows yet investigators suspect it’s a homicide, won’t reveal the factuals, and people want to know what the hell is going on. the thought of unhappiness cracks the heart. where’s a good distraction? tell you what’s the matter? what makes you think I would even tell you this week’s weather forecast?
safe places in writing, reading, praying. these things. the mind is technical turning into a damn iMachine unable to talk or write letters. please acknowledge my regretting; I don’t want to be another 17 year old fanatic, don’t want to be cracked and dripping blood for zombies and sharks either.
in a building
like insects
the A is for attitude
slow in-the-way-attitude
who you talkin to?
time to close your mouth
down on the fishing hook
cold air has no sympathy