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Poetix Last night I had unprotected dreams of latex.....it broke
here I am unprotected from an STD
S tandard T imeless D istortions
so today I decided to cum with a sense of wonder
and speaking within a room of the quiet and the rowdy
in the presence of cigarette smoke
are the stale empty things you say between the lines
between the pauses of breath
st-st-st-stuttering your points across
aren't quite as effective; once you deliver
but twice as honest; and three times it penetrates
like hypnosis
sinks deep like pebbles in the waters...of your eyes
and I'm here wondering if I made an impression
or muddied the waters
this clear image enables me toi push the button
of a higher floor....so I "elevate"
just the play things of my imagination
is that what all wordsmiths want?
Are we trying to comb out the kinks of our lives
or the words we say on the minds of these around us?
filling the air like Polo Sport incense hoping someone
will pass through it and inhale
like smoke clinging to your clothes after the night is over
memories hang in the closet like my old Easter suit
I wear my heart on my sleeve and call it a disguise
I wear my true face abnd call it a masquerade
throw my soul on a page and scream it from a stage
and call it a game.....
my words cut with more accuracy than laser surgery
slice more neatly without leaving a wound
can make a reputation with one carelessly dropped syllable
but it takes forever to break or shake that reputation
Each poem is like the bars that represents a cage
defines me...confines me
at least I know I'm caged
dealing with our limitations in limitless debates
that arrange themselves like
a chess game with radioactive pieces
and the gut feeling when you hear these words
feel this crazy fool who stands in front of you
hurling pieces of his soul in packages of words
hoping you'll grab one or two and...carry them home
instead of leaving them on the ground where,
like dead pigeons
refusing to breathe or fly....
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