Dear Ambidextrous Man,
I hear you write words with both of your hands
How does it feel? How does it feel to fight with your hands?
One scrawls your joy, while the other your pain
Together they paint a dull world of gray
Luxurious, lovely, lustful letters
Flirting together on fragile lines
Thick contradictions dancing around
Weaving in... and weaving out...
Potent words piercing the pages
Eloquent chains that tactfully twist
Clashing together in colloquial cacophony
A civil war complete with friendly fire
Black... White... Black... White.... Gray
Dear Ambidextrous Man,
How does it feel to fight with your hands?
Awfully good...
Awfully good...
Awfully good?
--Christian J. Clark
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 2:47 PM UTC
Dear Ambidextrous Man,
I hear you write words with both of your hands
How does it feel? How does it feel to fight with your hands?
One scrawls your joy, while the other your pain
Together they paint a dull world of gray
Luxurious, lovely, lustful letters
Flirting together on fragile lines
Thick contradictions dancing around
Weaving in... and weaving out...
Potent words piercing the pages
Eloquent chains that tactfully twist
Clashing together in colloquial cacophony
A civil war complete with friendly fire
Black... White... Black... White.... Gray
Dear Ambidextrous Man,
How does it feel to fight with your hands?
Awfully good...
Awfully good...
Awfully good?
--Christian J. Clark
A piece contemplating inner struggle
