seeds

there's a certain something to this
naked fear that jerks your spine
some substance and release
for heavy hands and little minds

it's like pornography
but silent, still and black and white
like tasty melodies
not nothing, but almost trite
a simple sharp refrain
brusing to hear but so inspired
that even through young pain
we can tell it from those liars

who whisper us our prayers
the easy chants that cease desires
and strip us of our layers
like peeling apple kids

and blistered by soothsayers
sleazy rants that please the wire
less hands of our surveyor
we submit our cores
and swipe the strings
that feed our limbs