May 10 by The Running Son
Don’t know what 2 say poem
We don’t know what to say anymore.
Not that we, people ever did.
We suck. Compared to who tho? WHoooo(hell-o? Mcfry?)ooom?
We get stuck–
up. choked. up and out we fly off
with some crass mark
left on the very treasured heart
we really wanted
to say something to.
me and you,
standing silently by abiding time
and buying more tongue-tying lies to say
when, un-tongued,what might just happen,
We’d just explain away.