My feet hurt

Spoken Word inspired from Dead Poets Society
Category: Writing and Poetry

My Feet Hurt

Sky!

black bird cloud storm,

wings wind crack roar,

soar above heads down in gloom.
Trippy green bird,

bit lock jaw finger swallow spit,

taste bad ugly cat through a fit.
Maze lost bussed mass area transit,
take lake
walking feet sink sand.
Cool mad lit cigarette
fell asleep
lost it's head
rolling down

uptown

mall stop

window shop

look at that.

Traffic jam,

blue man whistle stop,

car go beep to beat

blues man air breathe release

through words of wind just sitting.
Imagining

bottom gin bottle

broke even.
Cards laid to play

tricks a dollar a chance.
Light bulb glass broke

crack smoke Hey!

I've an idea don't do that!
Corner strung out,

hung a body,

sell to anybody?
Knock, knock who's there?
Dead man walking

have notes to compare.

Talking nuclear

secrets sold stolen

wives life mistreated.

Talking back

Jack Slack

went back
fetched forgotten sack
filled stacks.
Knick knack poison smack,

lift walk

tripped over minds

lost in amazement.

Words

ripped

high

smoke clouds,
broke yokes

egg omelet

made by hands of broken homes.
Don't yell at me,

I didn't do anything wrong.
What's wrong with you?
Why your eyes so red?
Tired high.
Lying to loved ones

try hiding high secrets,
you smell of lies,
look me in my eyes
I'm talking to you.
Bathe fake truth,

hide,

hidden truth

lies come alive in your mind.
Pain is a state of mind.
Why you doing this?
I can't live with myself,

pain always invading,

However

I should let you in

to help me fight my demons,

this war no one wins.
 

Author's Note

Spoken word, Muse from DeadPoetsSociety