10/4/12 1:16am – 10/4/12 3:33am
personal language
under the sheets is where he meets
to converse late at night with himself
he takes his time to contruct this rhyme
that will wind up sitting on a shelf
hours go by with no one to reply
to the plenty he’s already said
it is the soundless completely boundless
personal language of only his head
deep in this quiet unnerving silent
lays his voice he has since forgotten
from the absense of sound to his lost & found
it will return to the mouth it is not in