If You’re Listening

I could sing of the moon
or write of the sea
but how would those morphemes
acquaint you with me?

that I sleep with the sky
or dream of fishes?
though not one disclosed word
of my broken wishes

so I loose those voices
inside my head
that I shouldn’t inhabit
and share their dread

spitting
shaking
scarring
screaming
swearing
shagging
shrieking
scaring

pluck the light from the eyes
of those who feign closeness
cripple their thoughts and
render them wordless

then I’ll tell you of me
without flowered allegory
but with words that cut true
not just one more hard fuck story