Now I am versed in silence
My throat hurts, not from yelling but from holding back
I won’t say E, A, I, O or U Taking on brown on and off the aisle
Genuflecting with the middle brow
Soon to be mouthing Q Block my eye, off the vine
Relief from a moth-eaten mood
Tap my spine, that grapevine’s been creeping all over my hue
Gone to the eaves — to the world (the whole weave)
Clouds of vampire bat wool leave me deaf to your rosaries
Block my eye, off the vine
Relief from a moth-eaten mood
Tap my spine, that grapevine’s been creeping all over my hue
Down a peg, downward fire
How down can dim get?
Stranded in a mutant pattern, likened to all heck
Tapped out of all desire, turning to regret
Relate or relax
Block my eye, off the vine
Relief from a moth-eaten mood
Tap my spine, that grapevine’s been creeping all over my hue