RECITATISTA part 1
an act of enunciatiion
its suggestiveness
flexible
expressive
& voices
of voluptuous
intonation
of thinking
deepened
in dramatic
reflection
of acquaintance
to
in a
series
of vocal harmonies
listen hear
sans distraction –
vowels consonants
without
punctuation
the
stanza
cadence-shaped
encountered
an absorption
of spelling
&arrangements
pace
with gaps
enjambed
& irony
in
such
happenings
makes
for variety
as whispers
the element
in which
conceived
interposing
anew
They’re free to swallow it like bitter pill,
All take it as an interposing hill,
Already, the four do, as they stand still,
At their mum glaring; they could her just kill!
“You sell nothing, until I change my mind,
Though I doubt if I have change in my mind.
Anxious riches the sober casts behind;
A grave bond should noble children bind.”
She had her kids raised with cash from the mill.
If they now fling it away scored bare nil.
Youth for the trendy to prized heirloom blind;
Faster one continues to wristwatch wind,
“Accumulate debts and die with fat bill:
You’d better you touched not what gaps fill.”
It’s some old voice from a new window sill.
i insist on suffocating slowly
still
i refuse to die
imposing my will to weakness
avoiding applying the “why”
implications are closing in, opressive
my mind is open, fluid
suggestive
interposing meaning and form with
the spoken and written letter
the light source filtered through all this
wreckage
the squeaking moving in, opressive
regressive, the way my vantage remains
a disjointed unit-whole
you persist, and i suffocate quickly
you ask so nicely for me to die
deposing my God damned will to power
why do i seem to avoid the “apply”?
THE SYMBOL ON MY HAND IS BURNING
into the flesh, and back out from inside
illuminates Prison, a chasm, a prism
dividing a spectrum of impossible light
we wholly refract the soma, the psyche
The Panic transforms into beauty inane
compulsion, obsession, redemption, addiction
we know we’re alive
we perpetuate pain