Avant-garde poetry has long been the driving force of my life. Each morning, I make arrhytmic clicking sounds in the back of my throat, cough, and scream at varying lengths on what feels like every 3.5th beat. It's the only method that I can count on to get me through these rough days.
Here is one I composed for the election:
OH
reposessed homes
BA
b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-BLACK DUDE
MA
bill AyURRRRRR(cough)RRRRRsssssssss is OH
OH
OH (kay)
BA
MA
TITE
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment