Do you ever have the urge?
to flay someone open with a word?
I feel like something with teeth
and claws.
Unplugged and running
on battery power
with glimmer glow dimming
and reduced function
The beauty of a tin man
is the lack of presence inside.
Only hallow spaces
burning with rich exotic gases.
And from behind the wall of a mask
through full filtered light
you can stare at the sun without seeing red
and the word is platinum.
I lose it sometimes, and feel really ugly and vile toward other people, and want to lash out and bite them. Sometimes I miss the times when I could simply be a tin man, and exist behind a shell and not have to deal with feelings or consequences. Full filtered, by the way, is a term for the kind of visor used welding. It's the kind of mask I have at work.