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Como Te Dije Antes La Ciudad
by V. Blakecomo te dije antes la ciudad,
this is the last time you will hear me speak.
the blood has been drawn again and again
and there is nothing left to learn:
the entirety of human evolution to this point
has been sequenced back and forth
on the tip
of an eraser.
you would not follow me here,
and i don't know when your mantras
started to eat themselves.
these things that we collected are
weightless to me now,
and yet still i am anchored by them.
there is no he where now i stand.
there is no thing where once you were. 02/17/2016 Author's Note: Ya know those predictive text keyboards on phones?
Sometimes, when I'm high, I like to text people sentences composed entirely of words predicted by them.
I am attempting to re-learn Spanish, and have the Spanish dictionary enabled on my phone. It predicted this title, and I fell in love with it immediately.
This poem took five minutes to write.
Posted on 02/18/2016
Copyright © 2024 V. Blake
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 02/18/16 at 06:37 PM Sometimes I think the best poems are the 5 minute ones. I like this nihilistic sense of moving on, not on a personal level, but it makes for good writing apparently. |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 02/19/16 at 02:29 AM predictive text strangely unpredictable..."the entirety of human evolution to this point
has been sequenced back and forth
on the tip
of an eraser." you got me going right here... hooked.
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| Posted by Laura Doom on 02/20/16 at 12:40 AM 5 minutes? My last submission stretched out for 2 years +. But then, as you know, 'collaborations don't always get done in a neat schedule'.
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| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/20/16 at 11:31 PM Really like those last two lines that actually stand alone perfectly. |
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