"The Guessing Game"

01/18/08

Despair and its two-brother fists jack you up against an available wall
But my eyes are staring into yours,
It's my heart crunching cells to understand your thoughts, your constable

I don't know your heart,
but my mine does as it sees in tried effort
To scoff and eat the resonated response and spit ink on paper, if only to try to understand you.

I can only make you dance in ink as your impressions allow me to interpret your silence.

-huey