pouring out like endless names forgotten
not that they're worthless of remembering
but simply forgetting to remember
and why should you?
they're disgusting.
they're my names.
which one will you know me as?
oh, i forgot-
you haven't remembered.
i could speak words to you right now
tumbling out of my lips and circling around you before falling to ash
ashes to ashes, scattered at sea rather than six feet under.
undressed and naked as the tip of the tongue
desperate for talent but unable to find a drop
droplets of anything desired
desperate on the tip of my tongue, dry, lips, cracked, throat, parched
gone in a wisp of smoke carrying everything away
carrying away my words.
disgusting words.
not that they're worthy of remembering.