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fUtilize Your Tongue
Inescapable rhyme
seems incapable to capture
a time-span
of any kind.
we compress,
try to squeeze out the best
of a minute,
what's in it
& ease out the rest
but it don't quite
pan out
cuz we stumble,
and for a blank moment
we fumble for lips
as thoughts crumble
and we get stuck.
fuck!
we're wasting
the clock hand strokes
to come..
the break in masturbation
leaves the pervert
mumbling jumbo filler
to string two points in a plot
against himself
to trick the jism
of a consonant
out...
...lined is the plan
for a vowel mooooovement
if we could only
slide the colon
between her parenth...
I see...
...it was never the flip of the tongue
up her silk thigh
thick-laced
milk lake
inside
that brought
Ms. Art to a cry.
Rather the way
my eyes would shine
in desperation
that inspiration like this
could never be
defined
by verse...
...five!
we're grateful to be alive
cuz the author's
dragged on a natural ending
and tagged on
a line or nine
when time for rhyme was
up...
...mine!
I'm circling laps
post haste
in a close race
against how quickly
my futile words
get swiftly eras...
