[Untitled] - June 22, 2008

I won't pretend not to be frightened

or lend some sort of superficiality to the splendor of

the presence of impatience in my pathetic persona.

As my jaw and indecision grind to a halt 

and snap from from comforted coves,

where they belong, my sunken eyes inflame and

I'm sleeping in sullen separation from the self.

It's been days since silence sounded simple.

Static sears my open ears--

slipping somewhere under my veins, slowing my blood,

and my thoughts to sludge.