"pnuema" poems
A blank naked book
for writing?!
It must be mine
My mother, other sister
in the back of my mind
begged me to scribe
so i will till I BLEED
This tabla raza she cried
you will fill with our words
Even though you will realize
they are surely yrs
Bury the tablet deep in yourself
it might hurt a lot
BUT TO RAISE A NEW HEAVEN
one must built it from rot
So shove it deep into
the hell of your pocket
Heaven above must surely spot it
Don't fear my dear
Loose yourself in the toys
play soothing piano for the boisterous boys
grab the gems the unwanted daughters
they don't need anything
but forceful fathers
THE SHIRT THE SHIRTS!
blinding brilliant colors
Above all these distractions the doors a little farther
Butterflys to the feet
to soften
yr
step
but remember to run if they quicken their step!
WE WILL SEE WHO RUNS OUT OF BREATH
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC
treetops pass their
basket--
light to the nodose
pit of round.
pillared trunks
sprouting into one
another.
come maximums of
height.
contoured chione
apto pnuema...
hand off touches of
wind to the ground.
Feb 18, 2024
Feb 18, 2024 at 6:50 PM UTC