with mouthfuls of dirt

sometimes i like to think about sinking my teeth into your forearm

just because the words im trying to say don't do a godamn thing
when talk ensues, occasionally there's the sigh of relief

at finally making a connection, a base worth standing on
there is now a common similiarty to what both persons are trying to say...and have said
we say the same thing.
and at least one is left with defiance
"why couldn't i have said it first?"
silences files out a hole
icy chokehold grabs ahold of nostril hairs and pull
hard
we all know that to fight hypothermia you eat chocolate
and i know
biting into chocolate
leaves a taste of dirt.
yet we crunch anyway thankful of a life possibly saved
until spewing
a mix of chocolate fragments and half pronounced sentences
eyebrows turn at an upward slant which sounds off the rattlesnake

hisssssssssss of a tail
and if you could take
three
steps
back
and realize

we're all alone
shouting at a dirty mirror
and a moutful of dirt

Reviews

[Hedra Helix]

the beginning makes me feel like I understand the moment exactly. you stand there in the silence and its like, why? just f*****g talk to me!
I feel ya.

then the middle is this :
"why couldn't i have said it first?"
silence(-s?) files out a hole
icy chokehold grabs ahold of nostril hairs and pull(+s?)
hard

or is it the blur of hypothermia talking?
that would be cool. ;)


And then that end, real words spat
live!
in my ear!
love it!