watch the cattle battle a destructive rattle held t oge th e r sludging through the glue chasing a shadow that never knew fishing from a tipped over canoe lost in the spew of serpentine sedation high? let the puke dry. piss on the sky... our eyes. the filter in the drain unseeked
03/19/2007
Posted on 03/20/2007Copyright © 2024 Matthew Sharp
wow, the sounds you create here are so interesting. i love the erratic rhyme. what a great idea for a piece. love it.
Such an undertone to this poem, awareness of the herd instinct of the workaday world,,, and a lovely bursting forth out of it from ground to sky, ah... a refreshing voice of impatience, yes.