No Name 2 by Zach King-Smith

When a man
sits down in
a room alone
for long enough
an iron silence
drapes over
his heart &
the walls &
the paper
blend together
in perfect
harmony.

The only
sound is
that of the
cat purring
truncating
the silence
of the heart.

Storm the
Bastille &
rejoice for
you have
no name
but on
paper.

The
mind
is
buzzing
with
scatological
bullshit.