essed

i'll speculate the conditions of this or of that
the conditions will stipulate themsleves
preview themselves, and make themselves shown
it wasn't the simplest thing you'd have known
ringlets fall below your shoulders
and i was compressed by words
by all you'd ever spoken or thought
expressed or compounded

left me truly confounded
let the rhyme....let the rhyme
it doesn't come
because all you enjoy is the way words sound alike
fighting one another thoroughly, in effort to please you
adorn the walls of my house, words, oh words.
confine me
define me
sustain me, rape me,
align me, inside of me i'll find you toying around
in the sizzling acidity of my stomach 
you're not necessarily operated
though i wish you'd be purged
and then i remember...
you can't go anywhere--because you must hide
shy away from the outside
agoraphobic syllables, ruining time-
just remember your mittens when you walk outside
i wouldn't have you getting frostbite, hypothermia, all of the like.
even if it's only because i'd have to carry you to the hospital
drag me to unconsciousness 
to subconsciousness 
to remember all that's been repressed,
opressed
distressed