New York, USA
the taste of slience, oh yes
we all speak of it now
but to me, taste is reality
the taste of silence
when so loudly spoken from my own lips~well,
the taste buds inside this flamboyant mouth
don't even hint to have sensed...scensed.
but the taste of silence, so harshly
when given from your victor's hand
endures a chain reaction
of all of the senses
one after another
and leaves you
as well as me (if not moreso)
sucking on your own toes
so silence is unwelcome cheese
for i don't know about you
but this poets foot couldn't possibly
be shoved so deep
even with such a big, "pillow-lipped" mouth.
maybe silence is to remind me (and us all?)
of the taste of a petroleum based lubricant
to fit such a large "human-to-earth" stabilizer
into such a wishfully larger than reality orafice.
but, just in case, i offer this
i'm not very good at interpreting the nothing
of all you have to say inaudibly.
i'll always need a friend, one i can defend.
[This message has been edited by EveGnosis (07-31-2002 02:25 AM).]