Forced Words

Take my head and unhinge it like a garbage can.

Pull my brain away forcefully, and dip it in the paint.

Let it soak like a sponge of thoughts

then smear it against the Writing Wall.

 

Stencil spattered sentences in crimson Arterial Ink.

Spray the mark and do it right,

pray the letters dry before they run.

An exhausted page of gratified graffiti.

 

Squeeze my heart tightly and keep the best bits.

Take the worst and drain them out.

My heart is clay, make of it what you will,

but don't let it dry or solidify.

 

Keep it moving, beating, drumming a rhythm.

A plaster cast of muscle mass shows a map of what I am.

The shape it makes, the motion it moves, alive and writhing.

Don't let it dwindle, the meanings inside the meat.

They need a place to seep and weep profusely

these forced and body-felt words.

Reviews

[Brette Medb]

This was great, you took a subject and transformed it from what it normally is into something of an out of body experience. I loved the way it flowed and the whole Idea of the brain being a sponge that is smeared over the writing wall. Great write!

Brette

[Brianna Brie]

Normally I hate poems about writing. Don't know why they just don't do it for me. Somehow you turned that all around. The first verse actually makes my head feel all fuzzy and tingly thinking about the actuality of your words. "An exhausted page of gratified graffiti." I like the creativity in this line. Rhythm and rhyme is smooth on a whole as well.

[Genie]

No need to be gentle -- your words are spot on and what every writer, poet, artist experiences at some point (usually a lot more than once). Some good images here -- stenciled arterial ink leaps immediately and effectively to mind, and I've got the too-tightly-hinged head right now so I know that's a good one ....

IMHO, body-felt words are usually the best, and you've got them here. Good job -- hope there's more where this came from.