I Fear [the Woolf of silence]
"Listen?"
[I can never quite tell you
What it is I want to say
When you speak over me,
Air passing through my lips
With a w h o o s h and heated s i g h s.
Smile, nod, display your displeasure,
Who's really listening anyway?
Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf,
My dear God I think.]
[nothing.]
[sing your melodies yes
i hear them there they are
in my head as they dance
their way in and i have
no choice but to hear myself
"pocketful of stones"
echoes and echoes more
silence creeps in
i open my mouth to speak
and foreign words dance across my tongue
they are not what i want to say
not what i choose to say]
"Nevermind."
[Forgive me Father for
I know not what the
Silence will do --
Take me away? --
I do not know.
Forgive me when
I know not what I do.
Listen.]
[Anyone.] [someone.] [no one]