electric flutes of thought

Posted: July 25, 2013 in My Poetry
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damn i need a poem,

to fill a space

some come

but do not linger

like the fart after a good meal

i subscribe to images

that like popcorn

during sex

adhere to skin,

a tattoo unable to shift

slice and slide onto page,

i think of bruised moons

and swelling sun

complicated paintings

of a scrambled mind,

as if my ear

was to my own heart

the beat was not right,

so pen scrawled over paper

chased by some nervous undoing

your reading it now

so i guess it is done,

let it linger

let it breathe,

i hope it gives something to

you

poetry , poem

 

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Comments
  1. adeeyoyo says:

    Ha, I know the feeling well. 🙂

  2. brian miller says:

    ha. cool title. eh somedays they come, others…well…ha. and some may smell like that after dinner fart but to me the act of putting the pen to paper, that you did it, that would be enough…

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