Published July 13, 2005
7-12-05
Page songs in you, a calculator on
steroids, to Pink Floyd music tunes
I’m here, listening to it now, a to phones and ringer
experiencing the truth of bell to sssings,
as I fall asleep, a light ray to a
light ray, and dream of you,
you with me, a
sun ray to a sun room....
Musical Orgasmm strikes me,
cough cough spank, the
nirvana spanks is what I call this.
Drown drown drowning to sleep,
ah, ah, tired soreness bemoans the chalk she-yous
brick gosts walls, these chalk she-yous
and a soul is set free, w/
each rubber eraser that sends down
shards of consciousness, chalks,
personality and/and/or reality,
and I’m Mohammed, waah, ai.
“Ahhhh,” ! a vacuum cleaner,
on Mount Sinai!
Peotry dreams! Pppoetry-
you, ppoetry dream, p-
poetry darkness....
A poetry imagination
dream, big eyes are lashed
aloud, I move
unhampered bright.
THAT’s it,
adiuous.
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Man, i want to have this exact style, in the sence of I know what i'm saying but I put it into words where others only imagine what I mean...
Gosh, this was good...
*2 hours later*
yeah i'm still reading it so what?!
I really liked the stye of this. Great use of repetition. I especially liked
Good imagery, I love this poem.