by 4degrees
trademark language twists and wonderful story telling. Good job, 4d!
Fly
That almost unique 4° style ~
I say almost because lobomao frequently seems to reflect him.
This poem makes you want to wade out until you reach the deep waters of understanding. A little Poetic Gem!
Tearing into the fleshy bits of mind <br>
he stirs<br>
fifty nine pounds <br>
of dead weight<br>
fifty nine days till<br>
he arrives<br>
<br>
the heaviness<br>
gravity's dispute<br>
with your will<br>
fifty nine reasons<br>
not to care<br>
but i still do<br>
<br>
fifty nine years,<br>
one might think it makes sense<br>
it only makes feelings<br>
<br>
<br>the push in the plexes
<br>the moment of satori
<br>moment i touch its skin
<br>
fifty nine thoughts<br>
to the back of the bus<br>
fifty nine steps to get<br>
back off<br>
<br>
there it is<br>
numbered fifty nine<br>
in this town<br>
of desolation<br>
<br>
the signs point<br>
the right direction<br>
an old archaic route<br>
little travelled<br>