Members OnlyA Poem by IWRITEMore Spoken Word for your beautiful earsI’m a reasonable guy I’m just
clickclickclicking away Facebook And other dot coms To satisfy my hunger
for The terminal
connection Of this social media
thing and it takes it’s toll- But trust me, you’d
like me in a real life!
my friends and I We’re full size adults all grown up- tattoos
and beards, tattoos and bears that
can drink beer! and stay up late
because life is a
party life is a house show and we’re all bros.
and we won’t take your
s**t your friendship your friend s**t nothing., we’re cyber hunting - we have google earth and we’re not afraid
to use it
should an aged,
carved, wood ship of the sea, bound by the earth, tear space/time
without any explanation, wormhole'd or whatever, in acceleration beyond imagination, and literally
(deliberately) devour, destroy, dissipate, or dare i drone
(on)... dominate one or one hundred hallucinations, shared,
compressed concentrations that divvy an apparition, a fallacy, of indirect intention,
or misguided direction?
honestly, who knows really?
inward despair can manifest and rear it's cowardly, longing
head, horns and all, even here, clinging on to
churning, lonely, boiling oceans.
we can all relate- we're all already
covered in the same dirt, burning, fuming, and
working under the same sun the same the same the same
life. death. song. poem. Collective. Friendship. Thee friend ship
We won’t let you get
away with this No no We are too proud and
too loud And our riffs are too
metal and our weed is too dank To just Take a joke
Not from a girl. Not from one. Single. Girl.
it's
our lucky day- saying 'hello goodbye' and stepping oh so carefully you'd think we were on something besides
eggshells
our chosen leaders are veterans- they wield righteous ink and they speak in the tongue of cookie
monsters and whatever else
makes money
We are the scene And this is our city. © 2013 IWRITEReviews
|
Stats
118 Views
1 Review Added on August 16, 2013 Last Updated on August 16, 2013 Tags: spoken word, slam poetry, music, dark AuthorIWRITERichfield, UTAboutI call it poetic futurist morbid pseudo intellectualism. I don't know what I'm doing, I just do. I know I like to read and I like to write. So I do both. got something for me to read? Please, send .. more..Writing
|