Bound
by
Daniel Vişan
I
am on the ground.
My
head
unscrews
then
melts and brews;
there
is no sound.
mostly
I’m
just flapping my arms around.
If
you’re empty,
it’s
not cold,
you
just feel it
in
your bones
and
I
really
don't
want my time with the
sun
to be awkward
Yeah,
I guess at
some point you just have to cut the cord
I
mean
I
wish I could steer
and
bash and throw a leer
but
I am bound! -
flapping
my arms around…