Waiting for you,
Yes you!
To toss me a stanza,
Feed me your lines,
Give a starter, an appetizer,
An antipasti,
A few morso's please,
To complete a meal.
So we make this connection
Permanent and when we break
Such being the course of all
Uncoiled, unoiled machines,
We will look back and say,
It was the best poetry of my life,
For two made three
The most fantastic words...
Unto one, into one, one.
So send me your pregnant,
half born, song with no lyrical end,
That won't complete themselves.
Titles in search of body,
Touch me in places,
That only you can provide
A path, a travelogue,
So I visit, and show you places,
You missed!
Send me those lost bereft ones,
Yearning not for freedom,
But creation itself!
Let us collaborate,
And make a marker's mark,
That cannot be auto corrected,
Since the morrow's daylight will
Bring its inception,
A new name, a new poem,
That will be added to the global
Dictionary.
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 8:14 AM UTC
Waiting for you,
Yes you!
To toss me a stanza,
Feed me your lines,
Give a starter, an appetizer,
An antipasti,
A few morso's please,
To complete a meal.
So we make this connection
Permanent and when we break
Such being the course of all
Uncoiled, unoiled machines,
We will look back and say,
It was the best poetry of my life,
For two made three
The most fantastic words...
Unto one, into one, one.
So send me your pregnant,
half born, song with no lyrical end,
That won't complete themselves.
Titles in search of body,
Touch me in places,
That only you can provide
A path, a travelogue,
So I visit, and show you places,
You missed!
Send me those lost bereft ones,
Yearning not for freedom,
But creation itself!
Let us collaborate,
And make a marker's mark,
That cannot be auto corrected,
Since the morrow's daylight will
Bring its inception,
A new name, a new poem,
That will be added to the global
Dictionary.
My creativity oft juiced,
My fallow mine, goosed!,
By your incompletions,
So send me the half writs,
Needy for consolation,
And let us see if two
Makes one greater.
A serious invitation to anyone.
5:09 in San Fran, where the time confuses,
But the body refuses to leave behind,
The physical aches that emanate
From my shoulders to my tail.
So here I am authoring a provocation, not to nobody, not to everyone,
But to you, the brave the foolish the ones who say
What the heck...
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