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...