screaming silently,
inside his head.
listening...always...
...blabbering lips

circular thoughts
and heavy smoke rings,
on two axes collide...point "y" misses again.

propellers go 'round
one more time...
...the song changes...the same old tune.

crumpled and force-fed
he'd lay on his bed...

...listening...
...always listening...

...blabbering lips.