muscular thoughts
bully pencil-neck poems
and shy wimpy words
that eventually lash-out
in my head
splattering these big ideas
like paintballs and
pocketwatches against
the back of my skull—
outside my window
it is raining
piano
keys
the quiet
tinkling
sounds
momentarily
drowning
out
the car crashes
in
my skull . . .
BoySlut 