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Click hereShoot your words from
Berettas and tommy-guns.
Slingshot concepts,
catapult cause and effect
against the crumbling walls
of prejudice preconceptions.
Flog dead horses, piss on parades,
step on feet and kick in
all the open doors.
Stumble clumsily, foot in mouth,
ignorance flaunted,
unrestrained,
unashamed.
Wallow through cliché,
innovation, torn envelopes
and me.
Bring out the jazz, the blues, the sex,
the cunt, cock, funksoul rock n roll,
make me swallow it whole.
Break whats in your way,
fuck grammar, screw spelling,
just say, sing, dream,
spit, shoot, scream.
Bite, fight, bend, bruise.
If it swings, its right,
so bend over, misuse.
Come disturb,
unsettle, destabilise,
shake the dreary dogmas
and their dried out
dragged down
dreadful
ideals.
Come fuck
with my mind,
feed me
hyper poetry
tonight.
I loved this poem. I found my heart rate increased as I read it......wonder what that means.
Thanks for this rhythmic strut so early in my morning. Between feeding you and Hale, I think we're all just cookin'!