A poem
it will escape as a bird
your next notes painted on photographs
of mint velvet
and mine
mine
will do as it pleasez
no rules dangling charmingly
upon my ankle
icing up my tattoo
a Hindu ****
who believes in *****
but not in mankind
not himself
it dies ashed
stuck to a flytrap
diving the room into
dark and light
red and green
cold and hot
but cut slice the floor with your foot
as you're reading backwards
into a pool of ink
that droughts
and ... nothing
was/is left!
.. that is,
nothing--
but my hula wrists
twists and beats
waves
Light is both small particles and waves.
So it is
that
I AM.
Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 5:39 PM UTC
A poem
it will escape as a bird
your next notes painted on photographs
of mint velvet
and mine
mine
will do as it pleasez
no rules dangling charmingly
upon my ankle
icing up my tattoo
a Hindu ****
who believes in *****
but not in mankind
not himself
it dies ashed
stuck to a flytrap
diving the room into
dark and light
red and green
cold and hot
but cut slice the floor with your foot
as you're reading backwards
into a pool of ink
that droughts
and ... nothing
was/is left!
.. that is,
nothing--
but my hula wrists
twists and beats
waves
Light is both small particles and waves.
So it is
that
I AM.
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