Thursday, November 5, 2009

bumstiggity bum

winds blow on the napes of necks
resemble traces left behind sails
as ancestors were taken from home

jumbled words whispered
onto the small of your back
contortions and silent screams

spines stiffen and collapse

confusion sets in
as four lips part and
request me
and demand me

we live on adjectives
like poets who arent about shit

ive tasted every line and memorized
and refused to spit you out

i call you my stage fright


*subtitled*(you betta get on up in that shower first)

1 comment:

  1. damn this is dope!! Depth is the word when the feelin is compared underneath it all,...!! nice!

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