How To Rouse an Idle Heart
Let your lies toss and moan,
deep inside the bones
dissolving into that acid ocean
where a body, any body,
anybody transforms.
A frenzied fever is the
only flame hot enough
to burn away the
self-taught bars, the
cheap mettle of ennui.
Fear submits faster
than you’d think.
It only takes a second’s
pause of silence to die
or to live to speak
A promise is no more
than an exit plan
than a chance to run away
than open cowardice
than the cruel act itself.
Raise a timid hand
stand up and shout
yourself to attention:
How can I bite my tongue
when they call my name?