here's what i have to say
a quick note on what i want to say
is something most likely not to be published
people borrow and take what is mine
and mine makes an impact to the group of the astound
without me being in the mine

i long to make that shock for which i cannot
the world seems to be absurd when
they take whats mine
and leave me nothing
even the most diminutive reverence

the minitue that phony beings to
speaks of words i should have
i began to think
i who am weak on words
speaks his langauge of my actions