2012-03-26T00:01:05-07:00March 26th, 2012|Musings on life|

The voices trying to nest in his head

He sits on his own
big fleshy face
flickering like a tv
changing channels

chuckling to himself
chin tucked like a chicken
into his neck

and then twitching
as though swarmed by flies
voices trying to nest
in his head

people stare
as though he cannot feel
the heat of their revulsion

he looks at me and then yells
at my husband

she is very pretty

I start to thank him
but his eyes are shut tight again
he is shaking his head
I can’t hear the words
but it’s clear
he is begging
for mercy.

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