I live
dream
die
to create
complete
each letter
word
turning phrase and
thought-out straightaway
You read
breathe
digest
every syllable
letters strung
like a popcorn necklace
fingerpainted fragment sentences
authoritatively artistic and
defended in brazen resolve
my keeper of the slight,
the nuanced, softly sung,
down-quilted gerunds:
holding, brushing, sweeping
tasting, loving
There is no sound in space.
No quiet nothings whispered.
The sunlight on my face
now scorching, cracking, blistered,
Starvation
comes quickly
when the cook's not around;
so when the words stop
if need be,
feast on me.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 2:18 AM UTC
I live
dream
die
to create
complete
each letter
word
turning phrase and
thought-out straightaway
You read
breathe
digest
every syllable
letters strung
like a popcorn necklace
fingerpainted fragment sentences
authoritatively artistic and
defended in brazen resolve
my keeper of the slight,
the nuanced, softly sung,
down-quilted gerunds:
holding, brushing, sweeping
tasting, loving
There is no sound in space.
No quiet nothings whispered.
The sunlight on my face
now scorching, cracking, blistered,
Starvation
comes quickly
when the cook's not around;
so when the words stop
if need be,
feast on me.
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