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Saturday, February 18, 2012

WHIP

FETCH.
the sounds reverberate threw out this hollow chest
blessed...
a breath of fresh air...a hammer to my solar plex..
effective...regretfully..
but all my family members are feds ( or trying to be)
...so Im resurrecting
that stitched mouth reprimanded
single syllabus firing.
keeping my timing to critical minimal s while sipping this stream.
conscience...i feel as though im asleep
conveniently destroying all I seek.
so as we pow wow over trees
I whisper:
"I think im feeling."

3 comments:

  1. not giving into the social pressures that others/your family has given into...fighting back and "living?"....that's what i got out of it..any luck?

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  2. and so my interpretation of literature begins

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