I hear voices saying no more poems
Saying my left hand crooked, sinister
Beckoning that I square dance to an olden waltz
Lonely red lips flapping like wooden shudders in an August
monsoon
Because my brain delves a little deeper
Because I share the thoughts of a socialist, anarchist
And I read the poisons of my atheist brethren
My eyes a typewriter on my mind, anticipating the next
lines veracity and agreement
Because I drip with original thinking
Disguising myself in the latest followers shell
Observing the cant of some elders, naive
Tripping on every crack, loving the seed I plant there
Because I know my parents, priest, and pastor have settled
like a boat on the sea-floor with compromise
In the mud and the crap and the dirty filth of the world,
they swim in it
They soak in the ignorance of yesterdays laughter
Letting their pours be doused and burrowed by the mouse of
yesterdays hesitancy
Letting hair be licit, faces be lifted while I watch through
cracks and cleaves in ceiling
Sought and tangled I said and tasted and felt like a wicker
of broken fingers and eyes attentive
Tangled via rumination I can't iterate to some party of
literati
Tangled via my town and it's conservative obvolutions
Tangled via my very evaluation everyone is bisexual and the
sexual they fear secondly
My very evaluation everyone is furnishing their fists before
skittish faces
Tangled via my mind split notions and half-assed
cerebrations
Tangled via reflections barely steeping the surface of my
skull
Tangled! Tangled! Tangled! Tangled! Tangled!
Like a blacklisted fairy biding to be bent by some
self-important foe
Reason for writing:
I'll let it speak for itself. There isn't really an ending. I kinda just slapped one on.
Birth sign: Taurus
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