SPEAK!A Poem by Working Class Scarecrow
the sound of breath
FILLING THE LUNGS and then escaping again. back into the space where breath first came from . and i can't argue. but the fire was out when we left... right? and water has too many "h"'s to breath in regardless of the "O"'s. and the sun's coming up .......... AGAIN! and i'm alone in a crowded room. but they're asleep.... all except me and the cats. 6? 6? big deal... LOOK ! THE SUN! THE F*****G SUN!!!! how many times? how many more times? how many lives? the sun. the sun-fire-water-air-earth! the spirit-soul-love-truth-universe.................... the overthetop-exponential-omniscient-fuckitall-I'm-alone-so-I'm-not-sleeping-bigdeal. thanks. where am I? i'm in the milkyway... i'm in the Sol star system... i'm on the "Earth"... i'm on the earth... i'm in the "united states"... i'm covered in sand... i'm in Oregon... i'm in the "City of Roses" im in a suburb of that city.... i'm in an apartment that is being "leased" by a friend... i'm in a "living" room.... i'm in a chair... in a body... in a stateofmindinfrontofscreen! WHO DID THIS? all of us electric artistic sarcastic sadistic expressive excrement excited to be invited enticed by the bright lights here we are... at the end of night... surprised? © 2010 Working Class Scarecrow |
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1 Review Added on August 28, 2010 Last Updated on August 28, 2010 AuthorWorking Class ScarecrowPortland, ORAboutI'm a wannabe singer/songwriter with a heart of gold, I hope to get a book published within the next year or so. I want to travel the world writing and singing songs of hope and truth and freedom a.. more..Writing
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