spontaneity now
Posted to Action Poetry
by ellipsis on 2003-04-16 12:15:00
in times like these
i'm breaking fingers
slicing into melting pots
and simmering on low
for full dramatic effect
give evolution a push
we'll all write with boiling fingers
purple stains trailed
and we'll call it
"the finest ink"
penned by the breaths of the beats
"this is real writing"
we'll glare
picking torn fingernails
worn down to tiny stubs
of ourselves
wishing for silver glitter
