What’s In A?
Spent the day just giving
giving giving money money money
Getting food food and coffee.
Part of the day I spent
spending, speaking speeding soaking
walking wet in the rain
past
endles endless rows of things.
Things and things and things with
different names
every name a different thing every
thing a different
story.
Never-ending names and names of things
it seems names get made for
every little thing a world of names that
brings great things to my
surprise
describing things and what they do that
I can’t even
Remember.
…..
Tell A Story: Tell It If You Can
Tell the story if you can
tell it tell it
Tell any story
If you can
tell the story
tell me the story
tell me If you
Can …
I can tell it.
I can tell my story
I can
tell it when I can ‘cause
I can tell it
when I can!
You bet I can!
I can tell my story
better than
anyone can.
…..
It Could Be Anyone’s Life
They found they liked their bodies they
liked their bodies they
LOVED their bodies
They loved each others bodies
given getting gotten touching screwing
all they can.
Joined in holy matronly malformity
In the church speaking while
speaking then speaking
In return they
told their future lies unspoken
future truth that’s broken
breaking breaking breaking
future lives
marking nine months to the day
baby’s life is on the way
that very day
born into
the morning dark.
Eating fingers, fingers twisting
Twisting twisting fingers rapping
rap rap
Rapping at the door//
thinking, wondering if you please
as night moves forward on
the breeze
moving moving playing playing touching
loving locking flocking heaven’s verses versing
curses comely searching touching
nine moons to the day giving
birth, born and born
and born and born again and again
each and every single day
touching touching touching
born each day until
the very
End.
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