underhearing
Tripping round the corner
i cup a spring of conversation.
This bewitching diaspore, a wishsong
that gurgles through the desert's cracks,
syllabic cascade of the tone shift
holds tongue in glottal-stopped cheek,
pained gasp of throat ejaculates paradise's
birdsong, shrieks like a Bombay train,
words we know, forms we stamped.
In PC World's shadow a phoneme splits oxygen
with the map of consonants and vowels,
peels back putzi hatched skin
like satsuma peel, a baby-drueled atlas.
Creeps into the bed of my eardum, umbilically
wraps its lilt around the unspoken divide
that sentries our mezereon morphemes.
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Yay, i finally wrote something good!
i cup a spring of conversation.
This bewitching diaspore, a wishsong
that gurgles through the desert's cracks,
syllabic cascade of the tone shift
holds tongue in glottal-stopped cheek,
pained gasp of throat ejaculates paradise's
birdsong, shrieks like a Bombay train,
words we know, forms we stamped.
In PC World's shadow a phoneme splits oxygen
with the map of consonants and vowels,
peels back putzi hatched skin
like satsuma peel, a baby-drueled atlas.
Creeps into the bed of my eardum, umbilically
wraps its lilt around the unspoken divide
that sentries our mezereon morphemes.
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Yay, i finally wrote something good!