The dollars in words I write for the reader pressed to know my life
Though I’m singing common notes, I am fresh air to the tortured listener
I am bread crumbs for the hungry
I am intimate with their faithless faith
Gather around, dogs and brainless
We will waste oxygen together
In a collective consciousness
As we sleep away our passions
And leech off of the world
What a racket of white noise
Such tinnitus
Such deafening silence
Is what I deserve for twisting language
Into a formful nothingness