I feel like an accidental
Breath
A chromatic thump
Thick with questions and
Shaky mouth sounds
Table scrap girl
Eats blue beats
And over-ripe
Seconds drip
From a
Broken faucet
Somewhere up
There
I'm here.
Mostly solid
Grinding teeth,
Coercing the sun.
Silence feels
Like pressure
On my right foot.
Artificial blood
In my right ear.
Creaks of
Doors
I didn't open
And words spoken
From a mouth
Made of
Other mouths speaking.
Day time eyes
Overlooked night skies,
And bridges boil
Just below the
Skin.
Tar clings to me
Like an orphan
And I fill
My teeth with
Hollow hands
For the sake of
Moving particles and
Off-white
Feathers,
Once used for
Sight
lemme know what you think.
Comments
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Your words sex my mind.
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holy shit. I'm in a hurry to leave for work and I didn't expect to find a poem this terrific waiting to be read, I'm going to have to come back home later today and give this another read (or three).
My first over-all impression: THIS is why you are on my favorites list.
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"I feel like an accidental
Breath
A chromatic thump
Thick with questions and
Shaky mouth sounds
Table scrap girl
Eats blue beats
And over-ripe
Seconds drip
From a
Broken faucet
Somewhere up
There
I'm here.
Mostly solid
Grinding teeth,
Coercing the sun."
i had no words but the subtle sound of love for this bit
really i think the best i've read on this site since i've been here
it is so pure and so powerful, particularly the last bit, "mostly solid grinding teeth, coercing the sun", you've captured something only the soul knows how to capture
you've made my whole year as far as poertry is concerned, i just love it
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