some of these words,
they come to me and bite me.
words are flesh eaters,
if you let them.
they corrode me and start
developing madly inside me.
but sometimes they get stuck,
dance in my head,
midnight parties
but my hands are
empty football fields.
i can't guess when they'll come
but they are always there,
i need them.
i need words more than i'll ever need
people, and that's strange.
but i do,
jesus,
i'm a slave for words.