Sunday, July 13, 2008

wot i rote, innit

I got overexcited in class and wrote a poem. I'm sad like that.

Words words words
Falling from my lips
Hanging on my tongue
Dancing from my fingers
A thousand stuttering
sibilant sarcastic
free-falling utterances
Making nonsense
Signifying nothing
Describing everything
A cascade of sounds
Tripping of tongue
Across chattering teeth
And the whisper of pen on paper.

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