Monolithic

Purse your lips until they’re white
Drag me kicking into night
Didn’t I want to be free
Or do I want to be right
Only you can deprogram
Only you can understand
Only you can take the blade
And cut from my mouth
The dusty book on your end table
Taught you how to make a lethal
Fragmentary detonator
From common household thoughts
You put a fistful of salt
You put a fistful of salt
You put a fistful of salt
This is what it was like
My thoughts
My eyes
My face
My skin
My heart
My bones
Are slowly
Becoming computerized
Cut the gag from my mouth