Dismember Always
There are always the questions of:
Are you alive? Are we
more than somnambulists? Why
the deathly disposition - Well:
I'm teething underneath your skin;
I'm grinning and - you're laughing - when
you're bleeding: It's the most brilliant thing;
we're dying.
Now our tongues you've glued together,
meshed our hearts and mind - souls too.
You've ravaged my insides, caused my blood to flee.
Just pull all the stitches,
heart seams; you'll see: I'm blue.
Comprehend your enigma - still don't
sing the words for it; you know ...
I wonder ...
if you feel at all.
I have - you give - so little.
I dismember you.