Poetry Talk

New post from Sarah01

3:25-

I am writing a poem i do not want to write

And i am writing it seemingly

A work of art

Seamless

Likes gills of a body

Expanding and folding forward- over itself

I am writing and i am writing

Wide awake;

Made up of everything i do not want to be

as i furnish and bathe and

Rise, form a newly ordered decay

I am writing as i fill myself full of taste,

a strange odor in my mouth and a

wild hand on my ears-

I write as i lie like a beast-

A gentle belly,

A dried out tear,

A deprived body,

And i write with no image with no poise

I write until I swallow myself into another composing pretense-

Until I bedazzle my voice out your body

~sarah