me
disatrous
even if simply unplanned
just finger type
no idea
whats the matter here
slam poetry
that isnt
but my daily need to
say something....
simply to say
" i am still alive..
" for you..
" no youtoo
" didnt kill me"
but my seagul one
i had the next verse
perfect
to Be
penned soon
unless all the racket from the rest
their silent contemp
sent it off
in the mental hearse
sorry, me
i must stop
because the nagging
hearse power
are runnin clippety clop
and i know i have just one good
new* poem within
iff internet and phone
off i hop
* oneonce
so good... the poor madeup enemy
she actually had a journo read it out
from the stand, the hand on bible tower of lies
suggesting the gun was in my hand
with which a made up character
caressed
the barrel's end
THE RING
the ONE woman he knew all of life
( just following orders or hetoo would be gangraped along with all his family, then killed)
he could never forget
her 18 year old
Tahrir
martyrdom
bravery
and he knew no other would be worthy
of the ring he wished was in fact
the title of that poem
no matter what
on her finger
instead
and i won that one too... a perhaps slightly literary judge who....
saw through
the plague of taking words
literarily
or is it litraly
i know...
i learned... a good joke needs good lit
and even if notmeetoo
i know you get nowhere without a bit of a laugh
words, film, or life
