rapstyle and committed to memory.
Posted to Action Poetry
by punching holes on 2001-03-29 20:52:00
the essentials. of movement. of the wrist. a delicate twist of ligaments and then i'll retreat. i do not eat. i do not sleep. i only creep. into your spine. one like of memory left behind. i wind wind coil. make your cheeks boil. watch your breath spoil the snowflakes in the air. in your hair. resting on protein strands. supply far exceeding demand cos you don't want them there. you don't realize that i care. about when and how and why you breathe. and if i could cleave. your chest in two. and leave you. intact i would act. without hesitation. but my polite estimation doesn't prove this true. i can't see inside of you and still avoid destroying you. it must be the boy in you that keeps the girl in me. out.
this is better aloud. but it was a coffee+cigarettes induced moment of wordconnecting madness that has won my approval by nameless faceless handwritings on bathroon stall doors--sharpie markers are so nice.
this crew at this board is kindof a faceless handwritingless bathroom door crowd that actually knows something about poetry and beauty and expression. it'd be nice to know what you really think.
please no empty compliments. and if you see something that could be changed, please expound. even if i don't agree, it's always lovely to know.
