Open Silence

Alive in depths of closed down shops.

Alive in empty bottles and faceless cams of strived climax.

Alive in dirty sheets and bathrooms.

The artificial love of soft voices and hand helds to keep the updated ignorance vital.

My mind is creating aches to shut the kindness and open silence.

So mistake the dirty finger nails as homosexual wishes.

Then you can smirk your mock and be lost in the pupils of recruits.

Dance, dance, dance until I erect and repeat.

For you and brother are as sweet as brewed beans,

with your privates openly twisting carnage and beauty all places I meet.

I find drunks and holes with lost keys to save me from sleep.

And leaning to throw back, I see a torn photo of denim and recall mismatch.

Find me unsettled, call me unhatched and I will center two

and watch their constant love be made.