why you mad bro? was it something right i said? that nailed you to the sticking place wilted all your flower beds? Are there moments when the shouting is too much when you remember what it felt like as a carefree child to leap into the double dutch. boys and girls playing with the same toys without commentary stuffing homemade boxes taped to their desks with valentine's day gifts a little tinfoil kiss to say i love you, and if any of you die today, you'll be missed. i long for the screaming this silence is deafening boys and girls passing notes during class caught by the teacher in the heartsick shameful act lovestruck, red aloud to the feral pack one last shred of honesty before exams press us clean i long for the screaming this silence is deafening [delicate glockenspiel, marimbas, gospel choir] I long for the stupidity intelligent design is agony.
