Beyond touch and taste
Only the soulless agree
The fifth man
The sixth hand
This sense, with its trickling affairs
And messages that never reached
Nothing for recognition
Used as ammunition to fill the body with fragments
Ripping through flesh and bone
Done and gone
And it’s here already
Where none can pretend they cannot see
A featured presence
Of great circumstance
This beautiful essence
Flipping back and forth on ideals and ideas
Mind’s change quicker when the open wound closes
Walking maimed
Still afraid
Slap on the smile
For a while
Walk that extra mile
This feather has tormented the soul as it tickles at your ribs
Driven you to the edge
And yet
You can only breathe
Love or lust
Who cares
The beeping sound doesn’t stop
Until you do.
© PC, 2016