Do not ask me to recite poetry,
nay, not with grape in my veins--
Do not ask me to proofread truth
as the rocks
or the water I drink in my cupped hands
I am a father of simple
child of no one
brother of singing voice
son of music
I am but acids
tripping on acid
i am but time
tripping on seconds
I am but stone
with electric current
reciting current events
eventually distinguished
but not for me
not for these
atoms,
or time
not mine
this is the curse of poets
the curse of 23 followers
and counting
the liars of open scheme
and dying rhyme
i am the last scream
that bathes in obscene
and truthful
meaning
Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 2:44 AM UTC
Do not ask me to recite poetry,
nay, not with grape in my veins--
Do not ask me to proofread truth
as the rocks
or the water I drink in my cupped hands
I am a father of simple
child of no one
brother of singing voice
son of music
I am but acids
tripping on acid
i am but time
tripping on seconds
I am but stone
with electric current
reciting current events
eventually distinguished
but not for me
not for these
atoms,
or time
not mine
this is the curse of poets
the curse of 23 followers
and counting
the liars of open scheme
and dying rhyme
i am the last scream
that bathes in obscene
and truthful
meaning
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