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by Corey Lockaby

sitting in a chair, confined
by the space i'm given
taken only by the chair i sit in
this is how i am

you know what you get
it's what you see
like a chipped piano key
it's just flowing and choking, singing strained
flowing flowing flowing
flowing flowing flowing

flowing

out stacks of the hard earned
symbol for respect, the rest, my hopes
dreams ambitions, all of that
coming out into words
faster than i can even think or correct

even someone else's bias has no effect
i see it for what it is, ignorance
hearing the notes, anti-notes, pluck out of my
nerves like the pain in my words
it's all broken strings

it just comes out and it's about

to go into bliss or agony i don't know which
just talking isn't the same
it's an art to write, it's an art to sing or speak
or make something that is something

so quit denying my ideas and my rhythm like they're
not derived from something tangible and WHOLE and
out there for everyone
for someone to understand,
it's what i want

it's too much for you to handle, too witholding
to judge me man

it's exhilarating, you wouldn't know
feeling it run with you like a used wind
someone's breath
a burnt out star starting
authentic press kit pulling

bump flow playing card decking out
fold and cross the floor hand over hand about out
sitting compact disc portable give me some time i'll handle it
flowing flowing but not all of that again it's like
her hair, i never see her but it's still my inspiration

force behind the gale whipping through,
stripping trees of their clothes,
people enter their houses,
it's a groove they know

"peg, it will come back to you"
feels like i'm older now
hearing the synth of that madlib making me want
what i haven't had

this feeling, it's crazy

10/13/2006

Author's Note: Freewrite, but this one is a bit different so it doesn't go in the folder.

Posted on 10/14/2006
Copyright © 2024 Corey Lockaby

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/14/06 at 02:53 AM

I like it. Especially the language and how you set it up.

Posted by Janine Euladia on 02/19/07 at 07:52 AM

I can relate! I found blue! He shrunk faster than red. They live in the closet now. They talk too much.

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