quiescent

quiescent, quiescent, i breathed,
ever slowly i wished you were:
quiescent, dead, or dozing,
or other ways where you wouldn't sing,
your stale refrains in the slow,
s l o w ,
torture of me.

silence is magnificent, is good,
i willed for you to know that,
but silence is broken, is raped,
violated when you would sing,
your stale refrains in the slow,
s l o w ,
torture of me.

confinement is good, is magnificent,
were your songs to stay inside your head,
confinement, confinement, i breathed,
ever slowly i wished there was:
some place where you wouldn't sing,
past iron walls and reinforced doors,
your stale refrains in the slow,
s l o w ,
torture of me.

2006.jun.09