its like how some words are illegal
(fuck him he's
shit anyways an
asshole tyrant)
and others beauty to kinds
(with eloquences
his superfluous flabber
drifted through
ear-to-ear)
when the child grows
blooming,
blooming as clover roadside
even the most cutthroat, pedigree knockout
we say
no
and the young take herbicide to the face.
but when did the slam of poetry become
unneeded
in this text-
without voice,
the orthodox of our oral O
we communicate
as poetry is the acceptance of speeches and
the speech, the most understandable
we needed
italics
the bold
rest. in. punctuation.
(parentheses left for whispers in the back
of a growing mind)
fences in french town
order again
all thought dissonance, disconnect,
any other d-word alliteration
to emphasize that
poetic theme
but the people as vines
passion or potato--
they grew alike in the slums and sun
and i all i could think was of the culture of thinking and feeling so deeply people needed
(must)
rise and speak through voice alone.
YOU ARE READING
NEW HEARTS & COLD SEAS
Poetrywhen they seek you out because they know they can, because they know they can get away with it - anonymity is your friend.
