I'm trying to carry these sentences your way
without breaking branches without tearing leaves and nouns.
They leave a trail of abc's along the sidewalks to get swept up and raked away.
I cover my hands in inkblot soil,
my hair is covered in pencil shavings
I am my words dragging them to another location
with the same story engraved in the bark,
the fingerprint of my extremely tall tale
so high I eat the clouds for breakfast at day break.
Words that spill like rain,
thunder storms that rock the world in their wake.
Words like earthquakes shifting the continents
as powerful as god has the potential to be.
I splatter them on the pages,
smearing dictionaries onto sheets of paper
creating blue skies in your mind's eye
I search low for vocabulary,
digging into the roots of knowledge and internet wet dreams
climbing over hills, scratching at skin
tattooing ink, shaving my head
sleeping on sidewalks, in cardboard boxes
inhaling methamphetamin, snorting vicodin
shooting up poisonous lovers, swallowing cum
skipping meals for weeks, drowning in gin and vodka
a quest for more letters
deep and meaningful
full of adjectives and descriptions
just trying to twist the truth
of these words that drag on
with nothing to hold onto.
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