Thursday, March 27, 2014

the purge

I really like when the words spill out of me

like some dirge in a symphony unrequited


watching them fill the empty spaces I love

being alone with you, finding myself being born again ~

new spirit, baptized in fired taps on keys

feel my release of us in spent harmony, no rhyme this time


only raw emotion lit irradiated, can you hear the animated sound

of all my nouns and verbs and adjectives? ~ the satisfying stop

of a period.  the only silence in my mind in displaced time.


I really like it when the words spill out of me. . .

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