Antwan

What left you blank could leave you restless out of breath young princes slave

the day away your pennies save and often spent what has been lost has been

received and lost in ceremony

She was a dancer for children

She has a chance for an exit

She was a builder of cities

He had the lips of a cobra

They carved your portrait into woods our swords still under the sheets on T.V.

screens and V.C.R.'s

Calling all jungle boys the party's over poaching won't get you nothing but

death on the roof of my mouth to the bodies on the desert floor grab handfuls of

hair pull to belly splits splitting on a system that made you rich

Words from your lips onto your tongue all the novels that you read all the

useless information words we throw them at each other and disconnect the meaning

formulate an opinion without a second thought my thoughts are yours your

thoughts are mine just divided by.

WORDS

I know why I'm talking will you leave the light on