Control
Is a silent smoke
An anesthetizing ether
Wrapping its wisps around your neck
Oh so gently
While from behind
The beast bares his fangs in a hateful grin
This was something I wrote last winter and then lost track of until now. There’s just something about it that I never forgot a word of it once it was written.
The Noise of Silence 
brilliant. such powerful images, great write!
Ah. I love this. Control freaks beware! And there are a lot of them(us?) (I don’t think I really am one.) And the poem can cut both ways anyway – controller/controlled. k.
A great piece on “Control”…which itself is a very mysterious thing itself….
… for all the control freaks out there I guess David 🙂