Slip Of The Lip


i’m a ravenous thinker with a
verbal violent streak
that kills in an instant
at the slip of my lips

is it acid pouring over or
words with no manners
that leave my mouth sore
whenever i speak

i’m not sick in the head
just in my heart
the cold freezes it’s gears
leaves me rust, inside & out

the clanging of wrenches on
instrumental bones
corrodes all the caverns of a
musical home

but my wits are in danger
my soul in a bind
that tightens and tightens in
an endless wind

i’ll steer clear of the gossip on
the tip of my tongue
and sew these lips shut
with the words that i’ve spun



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