Slip
Im slipping the grip
the grip of light lips
that slip and tip and beg to be heard.
but what's more absurd?
than to sit in a box
carve our words in the chalk
and numbly curse in the void of our mind.
I dont feel too strange.
For i see it in you
and ive noticed the truth
you tantalize words that balance aloof
and tangle in the web you feel you should spin.
The web we're all in.
what's left of the tongue
that thrives with the young
that shrivels with every passing glance.
we have yet one more chance
for each day we advance,
is a step in the mouth of the dirt.
and it shouldnt hurt,
for we all stand on our grave
and each day we decay
let's live and behave like we're sinking.