I enjoy hissing to the syllables of the S -
One meter two many incessantly dividing
Or perhaps secretly subsiding.
Isn’t that fucking fabulous? Although in
A cosmic way it sadly means something
So toxic that I can hardly breath
Let alone teeth till my gum's being to bleed.
I still can’t stand or figure out the meaning
Because words are so misleading
Like the mantra in your holy stick
That he might very well begin to whip
Out of his slacks to ensure the child’s born.
Because meaning has no definition
But faith.
And prayers leaning toward their disposition
Are the eighth known wonders of the world.
And if you think you’ve gone gently
Be quick to blink before you go harder
Because this shit makes no sense to me
But in me lies the founding words
The pounding pressure of perfect exiguity.
Author notes
A vocal slam.
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Is there any underlying allusion to serpents and "stuff" between these lines, or am I just hallucimaginating it out of conspiranoia ?
It also makes me wonder about my self, as i've always had a habit/compellingness to hiss, usually under my breath or in my mind, almost as uncontrable as having to scratch a real irritating itch.
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a huge allusion to serpents. I love hissing in poetry I try to throw "s" alliterations in a good deal of everything.
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You should write a poem about leaky tires, srpay cans and deflating ballons
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haha perhaps I shall =)
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