great words come from great people.
"quote"
envoking a muse hold no value to me
I am no great poet, I am no great man.
A child has better diction
and a mute better language and speech.
I am dirt, filth, grim, putrescence.
Walk upon, tred upon, my immobility.
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhelp.
There is no hope for my future.
The ones around me spek of success,
fortune, plans, marriage, economics,
i speak of feeling and thought
and putting myself into states when
vocalizing my thoughts take more than
unconscious efforts, it takes painful concentration
The connivance of touch is overwhelming.
How do you expect me to focus?
*- J. Pilch -*
