quiet in the box <br />no flowers, no motion <br /> <br />shut up in the shape <br />old picture friends frozen <br /> <br />no meals in the cage <br />vomit corners thrice chosen <br /> <br />zero love in the hay <br />so i soak and curse roses <br /> <br />hush-cube <br />no noise <br /> <br />plush fuse <br />us boys <br /> <br />us used for toys <br /> <br />new transmission deployed <br /> <br />hush, cube <br />dont breathe <br />while i am inside you <br />when people are people <br />this shaped place to hide to <br /> <br />im a captor of a four-sided planet <br />pretty sure god will damn it <br />sterile Pan who cant stand it <br /> <br />i wish to join a circle <br />so not to take sides <br />there s no unity in corners <br />just ponder our shaped eyes <br /> <br />it must be quite a blessing to live on a smooth wall <br />but at least my corners let me be certain of who falls<br /><br />Luke J. Holt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hush-cube/
