I am an embarrassing twitch.Of failing ignorance that's why.I carry cherry wine blossoms.Like an abandoned retrofit.Of eccentricity in a red blue pickup.Truck of maddening laughter.All my Thursday evenings have turned.My frenzy readings into a bounty head.Within a homecoming bullet.That's why I am learning to forget my.Speech just like my country.Marching with its tongue tied.To a barbed wire of insanity.Of course, our history.Is a barbaric irony.That's why I live in my hometown turf now.Safe & Sound.Carrying the kind of silence.We feign to detest.My country becoming a vowel.Deathstruck in a spectacle.We hate to confess.
