Pressure Point
i used to break crayan's,
when lines would blur and
scribbles would shift.
now i break pencils
my flint faced ezekiel blackened
toungued tip prophet speaks
in charcoal whispers.
the hapless refining of coal and
fingertips creats the breaking point.
dialect of the curved spine child...
now diadems of scoliosis
form my alphebetical vertebrae.
bent with the beauty of
a slant wrist.
the quick snap of a skillcraft pencil,
causes vowel harmonies to break
against phonetic boundries.
breaking pencils like breaking
bread is for the holy and misgiven.
Copyright © Nathan Martin | Year Posted 2010
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