Ambiguous Struggle

Sober, you're sober
staggering away from me green
                              floating

and there you go, into that wallet, your bed
you're still here.


A mental tribunal was held to convict my silent war cry,
And the voices within decided hesistantly to take  
the money.To recieve my payment.
I have  no spoken words.
They're wraught with uneducated and disorganized thought.

More silence rings
Than drugs exist to dissolve this mess of
burning sleepy anger.

I pull my insoluble self into another's body,
shackle myself to a drunken dark figure fuck.

You'll always be the body outside of mute me,
just as mysterious as
the night
as the currency that flows in and out of our secure fingertips.
When you take it in to your empty hands,
try to feel my electricity.