"clakkity" poems
MY SPITTLE DRIZZLES
ON YOUR FACE IN MY DREAMS
(yes I dream it)
BECAUSE I TALK FAST,
BECAUSE I AM NOT PASSIVE
(in my dream i sweetly note it)
AND BECAUSE I AM IN-FRIENDED.
Call: Placed. From across the wall
so as to get myself around your brain
more than your(self) is by me(mine).
call call.. ahead or something.
Down the line (street)
I heard your rhymes and chimes
while I happened to be smoking dimes
up way up in A town ..
And yes it sounds.
pounds my ears, up;
through my head and into my
head's bedroom.
(Such a room
admittedly clakkity clacks
when vibrated
by a rhyme
that at one time
you chimed)
but kind,
fickle times
poison my mind
with wrinkled wrinkled: fine.
Jan 26, 2010
Jan 26, 2010 at 1:35 PM UTC