litote_convoluted: art: broken.
love death
it's all been done
this is the way the world ends!
and i will. i will write. i will write one word. and follow it with another.
and another. soon i'll have a sentence. i will write another one of those.
and another. soon i'll have....
(shhh...)
pick a word, any word...
and i'm picking some.
Bro
ken
your words encircle, ensnare, envelop, swaying and swelling as waves of
prosey posey fluff, scrawled in melding, meddling, indiscernible lines in
loose journal page-leaves that i run over lightly with fingertips brewing...
my poetry Aches.
Cacophony.
Scratch Call
Wretched. Wrenching
Mutilation -
- Soul Annihilation.
Break.
Snap.
Crash. Slap.
fireworks Crack.
Splinter Ash Mind Slices Fragment Clutter.
Clutter
Clutch
clutter
clut-
clutch.
Bro
ken.
your words encircle, ensnare, envelop, laying lovely lazy lackadais say...
I USED TO KNOW A POET WHO WOULD SIGN HIS LETTERS "lost
boy" HE COULDN'T BARE TO SEE, YOU SEE, BECAUSE HE KEPT SO
LITTLE VOICE. "your choice," I SAID SO NONCHALANTLY WHEN HE TOOK
THE TIME TO SPOT ME "is this little poesy prosey that the beatniks
left before. they'll come knocking at your d-"
KNOCK!
Bro
ken.
your words encircle, ensnare, envelop, laying lovely lazy lackadais say...
ROCKS!
i Burn. with Heat and Grace enough to turn mud into Bricks. Windowpa-(pains).
Translucent.
Transflaming,
Transcending, my aaaaa-----
As a phoenix fire bird with swords for eyes and knives for teeth.
As a fairy-posey-prosey kissing rose petals and watching snails.
I MUST LEARN TO WATCH SNAILS, she said, AND BASHED him square
between the
eyes--
his blood spelled a word :
Broken.