I
Slid under Thursdays malaise and draped another curtain over my shoulders
Holding patterns of tranquility.
Such slutted machinations, clichéd and passed away today until tomorrow follows
But then their even worse.
Converse with life long colonoscopies
see what you can see
see what you can speak
slithering words like heresy squirts
or backed up eating laxatives
lacking the luster to function any longer
I
Slid under Thursdays malaise and raised my way through the pavement
Above my head.
Stocked and slotted, plotted, allotted each of its remnants, ruminants,
Slick, slick, slick isn’t it?
Chafes like hates last tug at your weave
Hurts like the pursuant perusal of a hearse
Leave it here with the rest of what you believe
It doesn’t matter does it?
Slopped and lost in life because it
Came and went too quick.
whorandawhoranthawhoranthadamnall?
whoranthawhorandawhoranthadamnall?
Who ran us all in the ground?
Slight like posturepedic interceded and spread us out on the bed.
Flight like lot and his wife but she still had to turn her head.
Fucked like you and I on a smooth night and days with bush in the bed.
Screwed like Jesus’s early work before he was what was said.
Word.
Word up,
Word up, nickuh, what?
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Written November 16th, 2004
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I like this a lot. In some places, I got the verbose-for-the-sake-of-verbose vibe, but not too much, and that is really just a matter of personal preferance. I think that simple words can often be more effective.. but, I think this is all valuable too, because it is clear that you know what you are talking about. Some amazing juxtaposations you make.. I love the heresy/laxatives part was amazing. The whole thing was very unusual, jagged and wry and really inventive. I enjoyed some of the repetition. Nicely done.
hannah
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