Rhythm Ecstatic

[crazywitchkid]

Meager America under an immense black mouth.
Lick myself.
Giggle! Stagger.
Solitary Angel
who I slip on like summer.
An imagined prison,
as weeds blossom,
bound by wet thought and garden oil.
Never drip after your tiny stone,
girl machine.
I remember feeling soothed in sound.
Paradise Café.
Leave dizzy urge
-Rhythm ecstatic

Drama Club is awesome.

Comments

[redflame8888]

are you in drama club now? well that's thrilling! so are you in general of hot desire? what part are you?

[justforgrins]

i do not think i can find the connection between those phrases. maybe i'm just lost

(^>

[hypervenom]

that's totally the point!

[theclarinetkid]

ha! second best poem ever! The one we wrote later was amazing...you should read it.

[madamtruffle]

The better one -

Night murmur -
A wicked taste.
Your ricochet skin could be a puddle;
Veins tingle in your mouth.
Meander beside mud angel anatomy,
Under the solitary moon -
A black blossom,
Hair like soil.
I am a poet from cozy dirt;
I thought myself a stone,
Yet see sky through machine.
Imagine a meager garden paradise
Where we pair like galoshes.