I hurt so much
that I run thin
of words to make it
music and palatable.
They ask me
scales of one to ten and
I ask what ten is
and they tell me about things
I can't identify
with so I choke
and swallow and think,
but god damn.
It is all
ouch and
second thoughts about
picking other paths,
but I won't pretend
to tell you about my troubles.
I've been
baiting.
Because what I want I cannot find
within my limits and
sometimes if I just hear it
once through someone else
it falls into a music
I am hard pressed
to make on my own.
