the swallowing of swallowed crying

sssh
i’m hearing something in here
coming through the walls of dry bosoms
and everybody’s in here pulling!
is pulled back deeper down
by the pimping tongue
of this dull razored silence
and anything growd from rich dark ground
is smothered in a hurry
in loud drunken spells of nervous laughter
and lost in the lonely growling
of emptying moments
eyes they looking all around
just to see who’s looking

Copyright © 1993 Asili Ya Nadhiri