by Dan Warren

Created on: July 30, 2008

Psychobabble

Pound the babble through his ears like candy.
Then understand his frustration.
Cover your tears by comforting him.

Drape the napkin over his eyes.
Not to be hidden from himself,
Only to be hidden from you.

The Styrofoam burns white,
Dripping to your toes,
You should feel pain,
Felt the joy of torture instead.

You study it,
Take hold,
And form it to your wishes.
Then toss it out,
Trash worse than dishes.

He comes back to you again,
Knowing it's a sin.
You've lassoed 'm good,
If only he could;

See clear past those ocean eyes,
Make out without mouth the searing siren song,
Observe the flight you took,
Understand your muck,
The
Sound
Is
Not
Clear
The moment was enjoyed, But is now lost.

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