annaswirls
Pointy?
- Joined
- Dec 9, 2003
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Okay it was my fault my poem was beheaded, and thank you Treiste (I am spelling that wrong...) for the idea to post it here all in one so if anyone is interested they don't have to go put humpty dumpty together again, here it is:
It all started
it started when the
orange paintstick bled
into a river of spilled water
ink stained thumbnail digs itself slippery
under tight tendons of my wrist
you play the cords like living strings
of a silent cello
fingers curl slow
under your pull
one by another
into a loose fist
fountain pen dips into
navel ink well
metal scratches another question
across my skin
I know I will answer
I must
my fingers twitch
as if they were my own
It all started with broken glass
and a loose wire
branching blue veins
bulge and then collapse inward
as you block and drain
the one way valves
down the length of my arm
tease apart tender muscle
and roll your tongue over
exposed nerve fibers
neurons firing in shock
as axons play hot potato
with blinding white signals
until my mind knows
who owns my fingers
I awaken
with the taste of copper in my mouth
It all started
it started when the
orange paintstick bled
into a river of spilled water
ink stained thumbnail digs itself slippery
under tight tendons of my wrist
you play the cords like living strings
of a silent cello
fingers curl slow
under your pull
one by another
into a loose fist
fountain pen dips into
navel ink well
metal scratches another question
across my skin
I know I will answer
I must
my fingers twitch
as if they were my own
It all started with broken glass
and a loose wire
branching blue veins
bulge and then collapse inward
as you block and drain
the one way valves
down the length of my arm
tease apart tender muscle
and roll your tongue over
exposed nerve fibers
neurons firing in shock
as axons play hot potato
with blinding white signals
until my mind knows
who owns my fingers
I awaken
with the taste of copper in my mouth
