"gradate" poems
*the light brightening-to-shadow,
gradating
what
can be done,
what
we call it,
when
humans color,
bleach and dye their body's
hair
if only
we could gradate,
gray-date,
our lives,
select the days
we graduate
when
where
the light dissipates into shadow,
bleaching and dying
our lives
when, where,
we could be the being,
the changeling,
dyeing the destiny of our designation*
why would we need poetry?
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 11:44 PM UTC
I got goosebumbs on my shoulders
Dont gradate, you better smoulder
I said “I’ll tell you when you’re older”
Tie your noose with a game controller
Eat my shorts when it gets colder
Pebble, pebble, broken boulder
She says “I hate your face,” you hold her
Got a sweet tooth, hollow molar
Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 12:49 PM UTC