running around circles at the speed of sight
measure circumference by the square root of
distorted foot peddles in the mush between
the metro bus and the curb, awake perturbed,
the clouds uninformed darkness, my shadow
stylin' on the absent sunlight a casper
in the day. i am the disturbed vernacular of my
street's concrete...community of individual.



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myself is sculptor of
your body’s idiom:
the musician of your wrists;
the poet who is afraid
only to mistranslate
a rhythm in your hair...
-E.E. Cummings

the ending lines:

i am the disturbed vernacular of my
street's concrete...community of individual.

but, throughout you gave me a picture to place in my head with the descriptions you used. Peace~

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"He that falls in love with
himself will have no rivals." -Benjamin Franklin

thanks for always reading my thoughts. :)

welcome *nods*

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http://www.clutchmagazine.com|writing for more than food.

i'm not ready to make
nice ©the dixie chicks

i am the disturbed vernacular of my
street's concrete

whaaa???...you hit it right there...miss k

When U write
Prolific~ly / Astute~ly
As YOU do
U don't even "need" a whole lotta verbage
To hit home / To knock the ball out the park


These words
were (((On Target))):

>my shadow
>stylin' on the absent sunlight / a casper in the day.
>i am the disturbed vernacular of my street's concrete
>...community of individual.


*BullsEye*