Hereditary voices creep me out
speak strong language-
ambitious little bastards
that weave around sentences
and run in packs
like a school of fish that swim in question marks
they like the way I crawl
the feel of loose metaphor
that live in the lines of my face
the rat-a-tat-tat through ancestry
as loud laughter emerges for no apparent reason
word and noise
dance daily
around deep layer of gray matter
spoken in foreign tongue
and chanted karma prayer
layers peel
in three stages
caught in a whisper of life
that multiply like cells under microscope -
one clear image of a moment
among a soul that's laid open
where blooms appear different everyday
like pottery, paper and poetry
the scratch of a frequent itch
usually hidden in distant corners
- broken clocks that demand your best
and the flow of blue blood in thin veins
a thousand faces
behind one mask
flesh-tones that blend into complex reality
uncomfortable
like numbers on a scale
that keep score of insane ideas
no stone will be left unturned today
or tomorrow
or the day after
because hereditary voices creep me out
speak strong language
with a rat-a-tat-tat
that invades space
we perceive as comfort
even when the cracks widen
and our skin meets aversions
9/9/08
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