Thursday, April 1, 2010

Spoon-Fed (1/30)

I wanna write about you
But I'm right about you
Conflicts with my frontal as I battle a heart that'll bleed out its cavity
And onto the floor

Still, I...

....I wanna hold you
Mold you--through the dry spells where you break and I phlebotomize
I wonder and hypothesize
Not of the realness we possess but the tests given and the ratio of pass/fail
And margin of error

...United stand
Apart fall
Fell
Failed
Fail

Wait and anticipate a ringing sensation that isn't just orgasmic
But also beautifully tragic....

4 comments:

  1. i love the first stanza! beautiful writing sis.

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  2. Mal, I LOVE it. Pattern is amazing..flows effortlessly..

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  3. awesomeness... especially:

    "Mold you--through the dry spells where you break and I phlebotomize
    I wonder and hypothesize"

    bravo...

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