words [remix]
by rcribay
i screamed autumn songs
- lounging on yellowish flowers
i saw pennsylvania fade today
- like death
obscure souls
- filled with
forever changing words
- a six o’clock bloom of
space
i screamed autumn songs
here he sits reading
the cliff notes in a
history book
listening to far out
jazz
the main character
in a book he’s
currently working on
is he the writer?
is he the protagonist?
is he both?
every day he wakes
with old eyes and
a young heart
and the pages fill
and disappear
all with the same
fiction
the same drivel
different titles
he finds familiar
dialogue in his stories
he sees his own words
in the history book
he thinks “man,
i must be the
only one alive
out here”
thoughts and theories
not of truth but concepts
you say you can say
but dont know how to say them
thoughts without words
do you think them?
because our imaginations seem
to slow as the crowds take vacation
heading home to see mom and dad
hopefully the man in red and determine
to be resolute rather than allow our fingers
to slide somehow romatically over these
keys and lull our blog into blissful
beauty of heartfelt words
but then
blog is such an ugly word
its perhaps best we just act like
you’re reading this in a quality
glue bound journal
boiled and fried and steamed if you will
a little bit more and the stagnation
ought to settle in exactly as i anticipated
this thought of yours would rest on the
shoulder of a miniature fly (that is a fly
much smaller than a normal fly – a fly
so small in fact it could never be captured
and thrown against a wall so hard as to stun
it and then have a piece of hair tied around
it’s little neck to be kept as a pet because
you see its neck would be much too small)
or at least it would stay that way until next
year sometime in the autumn of course
forcing our words
whether created from inspiration or vomited out
of necessity
requiring we turn them in
as though ratting out our own parents
these words
we say as we staple our pages together
were written to be judged
so go ahead and mark your red all over
these pages
tell me my style is inappropriate
or i misspelled things by ‘accident’
then grade these words
and throw them to the wind
unless YOU decide MY words
are worthy of a refrigerator magnet
