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I do not speak my truth to antagonize you.... I share this swollen river running -- This waterfall of faith-- because it flows from me like lennon's endless rain.... --my paper cup: this poem-- to which an endless string of words spill out and on to... I stain the sentences with abundant articulations that boil inside of me... I thirst, I starve, I crave. and all that quenches... all that can satiate me is to open the faucet and allow the words to run... They skip and dance across themselves... They formulate on their way out like fireworks deciding which way they will face when they open and sizzle in the night air... And when they do... it's a sight to behold. It shocks me like the boom, and takes me aback to see what has emerged. And Keroac knew. He knew all along... that I was one. As my words explode like spiders across the sky... I watch in staggering wonder at my truth revealed and know that I am home here. I have taken my vow... signed in blood... solemnly sworn myself in... been hazed and pinky promised... and I know... without the shadow of a doubt... that I am a mad one. ...and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

23 word poems

à la trut


23 word suicide poem

i
am
the
weeping
willow
that
i
tie
this
rope
upon

i
am
the
sun
that
rests
til
i'm
discovered
here
at
dawn



23 word unrequited love poem

my
love
spoke

though
i
denied
the
light
of
day

now
i
turn
towards
the
moon,

my
soul
mate
looks
the
other
way


23 word orgasm poem

two
shadows
undulate
on
the
wall
to
rhythmic
candle
flame
flickering
while
silent
screams
of
agonizing
bliss
are
tasted
my
eyes
roll
back

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