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What Music
just a chunk...no title really...
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What music--
What music?
what music is to me--
What's it to me?!
-use it stupid.
Who's these voices
making my choices?
I can't see
remove the pillow
voidly stuffed with whisper screams.
what do you mean
you can't hear anything?
You have to believe me--
"Go to sleep..."
Wake up.
This is my Ars Poetica
better put multiple syllables in a sentence--
-or else-
won't you listen...
Want to lesson?
no.
Halloosinnit-again,
shrinking into what
has become
the biggest bed...
And it's so comfortable:
my feet dangling, hanging
next to the edge...
Suffocating circulation...
with head pinned
and stomach stapled,
banging out to dry
-lead pensive horse eggs
thirsty from the stable...
Drowning; dehydrated,
mouth open
from a breathtaking disaster.
I tried to GASP the atmosphere--
--but it choked me.
I search so deep into my writings
I see white fibers striping my pensive lines,
where my lead failed to cover
specs of bright blank paper blinds.
I can't see,
and there's no tears--
to wipe away with this loud pillow.
Still though,
I've got a sharpened pencil,
flexible wrists, and vain outlook.
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