Contract

i tell her
i'm here
demon-bread to drain your addiction

handsome fed all of life's blemishes
to sell to them a meager beauty

drink my refrain
ignore its animation of a bloodless song
in here
buzz words
scrape no stabbing guise

so no reason to complain
even if rome is burning

revel me
and you'll find a pint of rise

Words

words

made in labs by scientists

without love and meaning

processed by-products

no longer their original master piece

mass produced in factories

nourished by recycled laughter

and stuffed with secretes

disassembled and reassembled

to redefine a conversation piece

and if you speak into your ears

you can still hear

the piercing squeel

of an angered beast

rolling green between you and i

in these words there's no oasis

Words are tossed ontop of stars

Words are soiled with meaning

Words are tossed into the sun

placed on coffee tables

between a newspaper and cinnabon