wrestled on its back
the ego showed his face
charged up, recieving
came out knowing
hopeless intrusion
where nothing can be found
strewn, the seeds were wasted
on the innocent in awe

fruitless connection
in the ripeness of his age
drawn & thrust in anger
the dagger once again will fail

it;s over
if nothing comes along
it;s over for you

so in denial stand where shame is not
& onto others fall
the blame, the guilt,
the others fault
come on now -
scratch & claw with all your strength
take on the wildest bull in the horde
come burn them fingers fast
& take back what they owe

return the safety where there was none.

music: ani difranco; both hands
mood: gross