Giti Karimi Zand
Stainless steel between my legs
July 1, 2007
Fake your own!
I shan't comply!
Let my will will what it will will.
One move - -
I'll taint your stupid dreams with mediocre blood
And break your precious monotone
(just for a while).
Cut, you bastard!
Give me reason for my misery.
You anaesthetic vomit of sanity
You quavering bland puss of pseudo silence.
You balanced synapsed spectacle,
You digital empathy junkie, you-
Did you hear me plead?
Entrain yourself and be as you may be,
but let me
Octaves between my legs.