the heart of are

you are photocopy tongue swimming in the toner the ink of another’s think plagiarism’s stink some don’t even blink the replay of the motion the emptied out emotion no care, no devotion just replication loose recreation tourists at christ’s last station make…

you don’t sing

you don’t sing in public but you know all the words the insecurities satellited around you a halo of disregard those voices drown yours out your volume turned down and you’re fooled into thinking you can’t do without them that they’re a…