"Poetic Anatomy 101"A Poem by PoeT4994Just a poets take on anatomy. I was tryin to use the sickest contradictory imagery I could come up with. Just tryin to make you see the body in a way that it was its own universe.
Hello class, today we will be going over the general layout of what you will learn in this class.
I suggest you take notes: Ribs concaving on lungs, exempting breath, gasping around blockages in the throat like swallowed fists, breathing through blows. I inhale razor blades and exhale death. Life dripping from my lips, salivating blood from my finger tips; because I talk with my hands, so please, listen with your palms. Do you feel me? As I walk on air my knees shatter from the force of dead breaths pushing not so silently against the eight balls of my feet; every where I walk I alter minds like drugs. Every where I walk peoples health jumps, because the back of my feet heal. My arms shatter at the touch of vast nothingness bearing down on souls. Exempting life at the prescence of birth. I be two spaces to the left as I bury each elbow below the ground of my ancestors. Skull, concaving on intelligence, exempting brain matter...thinking around blockaded brain cells like a mental wall; logicalizing through stop signs. I inhale dreams and exhale souls. Life dripping from nose, pouring snot from blood pumping black holes. I have an anatomy of hellistic angels on acid. Envision through eyeless sockets, bleeding from your pours, sweating from my punctured heart. Breath oxygen through hands so I can touch the sky. I walk on atmosphere, green houses sprouting from my toes. I walk with life drenched from my cuticals. Cubicals, built off of broken shins. Cracked companies trying to keep order amongst the oderless piles of trash that fall from my eyes, for all I see are mental wastelands. Spines, snaking and cracking into question marks, questioning if I have enough backbone to stand up straight and shout...absolutely nothing. Blocks of blank space, rolling off of my tongue with its triangular points puncturing my reptillian licks, sniffing...fumes of dying skin in my pelvis. Crumbling into generations with genitalized leaders. Society built off of dicks and p*****s. A world built off of general hermaphrodization. Wenis' tightening into zombies; stuck in a reach; grasping for hope with numb fingers. It sucks when you can't grasp touch. Well, that was today's lesson, hope it wasn't much for the first day. I'll leave you with, welcome to Poetic Anatomy 101. -artistic talent © 2010 PoeT4994Author's Note
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