Tuesday, April 10, 2007

poem of song

inclined to write is an am i do.
inventious of arbitrary lyrics and syntax
i conjugate freely
i ritually cannibalize thought.
my verbs delicious bits of brain
rich viscera of intuitive intent
i love to taste them as they come
sung, spit, grumbled
or lovingly hummed
tumbling over my tongue in
labial palatial participles
tickling my teeth


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