NewTest

Un.known call.er tickin’ through mah head
Like the time bomb tickin’ tockin’ in miEye hand
Waitin’ to ex.plode at the time carried carelessly
On our wrists everyday; nearly adverted as we sleep

head, hand; carelessly sleep
stretching out lazily into the
bright.test dark.nest
ive evvvvvvvver s[c]ee.n
and
iM |just| wondering how much trouble
iD be in if i ever let a sound
trickle out of my mouf

whispering hello
shouting goodbye
pushing back the fear just enough
in those brief seconds
of an apprehensible expenditure of words

to

l o o k

into the mirror to the left of me
and see

she

was choking on thin air

 

 

Author's Note

i hate phones

Reviews

[V M Smith]

reading anything of yours is just so...fun. i don't read much of anyone's stuff on here anymore, just glimpsing over this or that when i'm bored, but i really like your style. this, these thoughts, this oddity you convey so easily, so consistently inconsistent, is what i want to sit and study. i could read this over and over and over. wow. i'm honestly awestruck for the first time in years.

[Jonathan Bryant Dean]

Wow, I have now been exposed to a new style. After the second time reading this, I have a new respect for your poem.

I ignore unknown callers.

JBD

[lostintheworld]

time is such a b***h ya know
and the whole tied to our wrist...like the poem we read that day
that we spoke in code
cuase others were in the room with us
and the callers unknown like when you call me and block the call haha

so it's the curiosity isnt' it- it's the thing that does us in some times... adverted- this is an interesting way of using the word...I'm sure there's a reason you picked adverted instead of averted... I'm just still figuring it out.... sleep cause it rushes us into the next day...or at least thats what i tell myself when i want to see you...
the brightest darkness you've ever seen....hmmmm scene.

is there really any trouble to fear? i mean really.
you've got balls
i say answer it next time.
you're not choking
promise.