unspoken Voice say nothing
as well
as unwritten Words
Deeds done unnoticed,
unheeded, are beheaded in quiet
Solitude
private Executions
in a Smokey courtyard, pulsing
with Electronica
It's a Plain world
and Fancy words don't do it justice
I rap Words ordinarily
Lisping the loop to synch
with a Caller:
Chattel, chatter, and chatting
under azure Seas thru black
Cables
I hear skin and touch tears
I lisp loops like a f*g
being Scratched on an 80's
Turntable
Feb 11, 2024
Feb 11, 2024 at 12:44 PM UTC
unspoken Voice say nothing
as well
as unwritten Words
Deeds done unnoticed,
unheeded, are beheaded in quiet
Solitude
private Executions
in a Smokey courtyard, pulsing
with Electronica
It's a Plain world
and Fancy words don't do it justice
I rap Words ordinarily
Lisping the loop to synch
with a Caller:
Chattel, chatter, and chatting
under azure Seas thru black
Cables
I hear skin and touch tears
I lisp loops like a f*g
being Scratched on an 80's
Turntable
I wrote this poem in 2008. I was in Germany. I was almost 40 but not yet!
The derogatory slang for a gay man may trigger. It has been sanitized to f*g.
I hope you'll still be my friend. I hope you still trust my message.
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