Untitled (04/05/2005)

im struggling to keep my mouth closed
my hands keep fidgeting for the desire to write something
immaculate
and powerful
but what my mouth wishes to say
my hands are in agony of the limitations muscle groups can provide
the invulnerability of skin as it hits concrete so i try
to bottle it all in
but the lid is too small
to contain all that anger pain want and lust
for something outside my power
waiting for release waiting for the unbridled scream
to shatter the glass that i've been encased in
like some kind of brown barbie on the counter
at some cheap ass grocery down the corner
the one you buy because youve got nothing else
got not enough money to buy a pair of barbie and ken
so you are stuck with me
some cheapass doll you think you can play with
but im no doll no stuffed toy not even a frickin action figure
im a bottle
hit me against the concrete and ill break
but not without scraping your skin and you bleed