Strike up the banners.
Listen closely to messages under dirt:
They’ve got a promise to sell.
Knocking up and down on the soil,
read the reverberations in Morse code.
Sweet indecision tastes lovingly bitter on the lips.
Speak it out and it opens out the mouth’s poison.
Let it constrict until it never loosens.
Swallow! Choke! Cram it down.
Let it constrict until regrets are past tense.
Swallow! Choke! Accept it all.
You’ve got a train ticket to yesterday.
Hope to miss it again.
Buying out seats to the self destruction show.
He’s combusting just for you.
( ❤ Mitch)