Thursday, December 23, 2010

poms r my favrit

i wantd 2 jump ovr
the scond story of our comp lab
bldng. cz she brke my hart
n it hrts lik no1s biz.
thnk gawd fr the hiphop of
potry tho. othrwis, id
proly jst be lik guppy
widout hr bol.
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driving past the shadow flutter of butterflies

my lumbering white chariot
of locomotion sped past blurs;
colored incarnations of faces,
grayed out shutters, protruding
trees and the faint reflection
of automated inattention.

lugging an adopted
prosopagnosia, i stumble at
speed past wisps; now merely
the unclaimed souls of
the change i have bought
around me.

i whip my silent, sleek chariot
forward. under the shade
of tunnels, over the spread of
civilization, around mona lisa-ed
walls, past the shadow dance
of fleeing butterflies.

on a path as capricious as
the gadgets on it, around it,
i ride myself into the future;
clueless of where i am going
to end up. i may have an
address but no destination.