My Notebook Died Just Now

touch without talk an'

crawl, don't dare walk,

hide but don't gawk,

with my heart in the throat

oh damn, i just missed the boat

someone's dead in the moat

or was that just a book...

why won't she look

at me?

–what mind visions are these!

that I cover my eyes with so obviously,

an' since I don't want to look up,

I'll cower on this white sheet,

in fear of jealousy.

~

do you hear that

kill me it pleads

(the poor white mute)

kill me

and set me free.