Medium: Writing and Spoken word poetry
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stream of consciousness with mostly end rhymes (how curious?) spiritual rhythm no. 2
11/9/20
To Walt Whitman
You loafe and invite your soul
I lose at solo games of cornhole
Ram the walls of this great fishbowl
You gesture at God, but it seems the name is a stone of stumbling
I dub myself the bumbling theologian
The hardly-read surveyor of the ocean
In need of a floatation device
Or an outstretched hand
Of one standing atop the water, perhaps
Have you ever seen a lung collapse?
They call it atelectasis
I selected that organ for analysis because I'm asthmatic
My disorders pre-traumatic
Too dramatic--I play my fears on a loop
'Til they are static in my ventricles
Grey tentacles gripping atria
I'm ripping patriarchy out of my brain simultaneously
It's zany how I manage to complain so spontaneously
I'm bad at endings--no pretending they're not more like amputations
With a hacksaw
Parallax notwithstanding
I desire understanding but I write like this, how curious...
How curious?