Thursday, May 12, 2005

Speaking in Tongues

I speak in tongues,
None of them my own.

A Babylonian gabble of demons
Have infested my mouth,
Leering between my teeth
When I try to smile.

I cast a hard rage at them
And try to spit them to the ground.
Mothers move to shield their children
From the madman in their midst.

I try to reason with them
But they skewer my arguments
On pitchforks and pikes,
Stuffing them back in my throat
So that I may choke on their taste.

I know that no one can hear me
Because my voice is lost
In a wilderness of words.

So I sit.
So I sleep.
So I wander the streets
With wide eyes and fear,
Speaking in tongues.

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