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.
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
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*
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥