Compulsion
Feel the words
pushing past my lips
stumbling over the cracks
and tugging on your pant leg
I shimmer
sparkle
struggle
to form words
my keyboard clicking and thudding against the sporadic pressure of my fingertips
we haven't always told stories like this
but dammit
this is how I do it
now
The vast world
crammed through the windows of my senses
must spill forth
there is no alternative
Even without an audience
there is still the pleasure of a story well-told
a sentence, so perfect in its structure
which very utterance gives birth to a smile
We craft in symbols
tear apart and reassemble
the world in another vision
what other art is there?
We consume, digest,
and push into the world a reflection of itself
a shattered and delightful thread
joining the multidimensional tapestry that stretches behind us into eons
Hunched over and stained
the nattering and whining images
screeching for attention
until we give in and lunge into action -
our very being compelled
Nails dug into the back of my neck
the pressure builds until
the skin begins to tear
and the spine emerges
A thousand colors spill forth
and songs clashing
its a dizzying spell
that leaves me breathless, pounding
post-orgasmic
Its almost more than I can bear
to open my mouth and eyes
set my fingers talking
and to realize that I have no choice in the matter
but to write.
pushing past my lips
stumbling over the cracks
and tugging on your pant leg
I shimmer
sparkle
struggle
to form words
my keyboard clicking and thudding against the sporadic pressure of my fingertips
we haven't always told stories like this
but dammit
this is how I do it
now
The vast world
crammed through the windows of my senses
must spill forth
there is no alternative
Even without an audience
there is still the pleasure of a story well-told
a sentence, so perfect in its structure
which very utterance gives birth to a smile
We craft in symbols
tear apart and reassemble
the world in another vision
what other art is there?
We consume, digest,
and push into the world a reflection of itself
a shattered and delightful thread
joining the multidimensional tapestry that stretches behind us into eons
Hunched over and stained
the nattering and whining images
screeching for attention
until we give in and lunge into action -
our very being compelled
Nails dug into the back of my neck
the pressure builds until
the skin begins to tear
and the spine emerges
A thousand colors spill forth
and songs clashing
its a dizzying spell
that leaves me breathless, pounding
post-orgasmic
Its almost more than I can bear
to open my mouth and eyes
set my fingers talking
and to realize that I have no choice in the matter
but to write.