Broken Mouths

See the rifle 

See the knife drop 

Watch the birds fall 

Hear the cars stall 

By himself, by herself 

Taste the signal, taste the signaled 

Call it over, call it open 

Works slowly, works so slowly

Rests inside, rests on time 

Hear the sink dry, dried on time

I wear the wrong disguises 

You keep with openmindedness 

Broken mouths, spitting leaves 

Your hair is mine 

You taste unsure

You see in air 

What's unconfirmed 

A broken mouth 

My broken mouth 

Sets us to depart