A Faceless Man






Aug 31, 2010

this might be unfair.

a name and a face distract from what words create
so start as you mean to continue--
take it back or scratch the itch
at the base of your spine, like lovers divine
or complete lunatics.

we know it's in your nature, we know it's what you do,
but fuck your compromise, despite the lives you've touched, that's no kind of excuse.

your words hold no purpose, no world to describe
a shallow hint at a surface to be your demise
step it up or back it down, in the ground or out the mouth

would cutting out be too cliche?
seems no way to escape that fate.
words like poetry entrancing my mind
cutting through versus like hope hypnotized
hypnotic derision, enforcing incisions
picking at scars of neurotic decision