compton

she is the one
who said "fun"
sounded like a word
of German origin
she thought too much
like me
our time together
like summer
(concentration)
camp
emaciated possibilities
lie lifeless
o, this intellect burns

the crematoruim below my nose
keeps life above my ears

silence is the star
that i shall wear
to mark my difference
yet we have so much in common
tonight
that the sun
has made light of it
while we contemplate
the wieght of it all

it is we that are emaciated
our bodies subject
to our mind's propaganda
forgive the distinction
but intellect fares
moment's genocide
and we should have kissed
hours ago

you hold your breath
when you should hold your tongue
and hold your tongue
when you should hold my hand
and i should delegate
more authority to myself
but i can't help thinking
that you are thinking
thinking
what is she thinking?