pinch history
  feel the pinch blistering
  pinch me in my dreams
  'cause i'm still not listening
  X marks the spot
  on your calendar days
  a beard half eaten
  smiled
  crawling with legs
  temper tempered temperature
    manuscript replica
    in infrared is how we saw
  the night that lit up
  scarecrow plots
  the nerve that pinches
  crippled hobbled
  frolicked flat on its own face
    jigsaw pattern
  dominoes left a trail
  the whites of their eyes
  polaroids of the tale
  for our amusement
  we bring stares to the defendants
  mechanical panaceas
  absolved by history
  phonetic paralysis
  inflicted through morality
  the seed that it nurtured
  was a wilted bouquet
  temper tempered temperature
    squirming through cuts in a throat
  cut it...cut it...