Aesthetics of Verbal AmmoA Poem by ilurvekinilawCursing is art.
cloaked whispers taste oh-so-better when rolled across the pointed tip of the tongue like searing madeira or like glass marbles in search for the right rut across the uneven ground. feel the guttery, gravelly enunciation the earthy vibration even before your lips part, each syllable a bullet a brick a bomb verbal projectiles on the verge of being dropped with meticulous aim. delight in the primal joy of the words cavorting like heathens in the scope of your mouth, the confines of your genteel façade. and so, after much ado, moisten your lips and conserve your spit – you will need so much in such a short time. heave the chest (breathe in) and vigorously fling out intact the words in all their mud-flecked glory past the arched tongue and spaces between clenched teeth (breathe out) and hope to god that your missiles hit home and draw a trickle of blood or two © 2008 ilurvekinilawAuthor's Note
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Added on October 19, 2008AuthorilurvekinilawIloilo City, PhilippinesAboutI'm not particularly fond of writing. I just see it as a cathartic way of purging myself (whatever that means). I prefer having total strangers comment on my work rather people I know. I have no idea .. more..Writing
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