i think somewhere my sudden twin
is illuminating, elucidating
planting coherence and taking mine,
taking mine and potting it up somewhere
nice and locked. these are consumptive days
full moons look to me like omens
full moons are fiction. nothing is full.
back on television caesar's chanting
i get distracted; i always get distracted
chain-link fences cannot keep me in.
a world war could not keep me out.
i do not want to march but i keep on
keeping on.
i feel asthmatic.
i think somewhere someone has taken my
voice, bottled it up and stuck it
in my chest cavity
so every time i scream
or laugh, or cry
it tickles.
i want to cough my emotions out
and wear them on my cuffs.
4 comments:
huh. what a cool idea.
i felt better yesterday... and then today happened. fail.
"warpooth" made me lol really hard for some reason. i need more sleep
also, i belatedly realized i commented on this one instead of your most recent one, but that's because your blog fucked up and forgot your most recent one existed. but if you still get email notifications of comments it shouldnt matter rite? fuck i need to do my homework
now i have to comment again because my word verification is "stylin" HA
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