FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

we always have a way with words
like the way we create new paths where
others think otherwise and say
that this is not the one that they will walk upon

when we go
silent we feel sick
when we are silenced
we know how to rebel
we always have a way to speak
like the way we babble when we were children
but which we do not really remember
only our mother
but then she died that early and
father has no way of
knowing it since he is engulfed by his own
madness
the picture on his chest
his hand wiping his eyes
beclouding what could have been
the best truth there is.
now i must embrace silence
words hide. my tongue sleeps.