Glow Soft. Burst and Expand into Poverty. Jupiter Jumps back into its pockets while transistors listen to us breath thru radio lines. Our voices turn to liquid, we end up squandering and shaking a little more than we though we would. Well, I'm eighteen but sometimes I can't even recall what year it is. No, I'm not an alcoholic but I do have small hands and dark hair. And I'd like you to remember me with my crooked smile and my crooked teeth. Because my mind is as good as fire. Call it the Electric Spanish, I'll choose to call it the Hispanic Love Machine. I'd like to call a girl sweetheart but people, they're too modern for that. I lack sophistication, call it an absolute glorious absence of existence. At Christmas, Glow Soft Green, your eyes. It all comes down to what feels more inarticulate. I know I wanted to explode into a million different colors that night. I reminded her of some past laminate. And somehow, it was Alright.
wow..i love it..it really reminds me of those liner notes in Bob Dylan's CD's, y'know? it's very groovy..i dig it. and that comes from a fellow poet. good job
Hey, thanks. I'm actually really influenced by Bright Eyes. I have this big book of poetry of Bob Dylan, sometimes that's good for inspiration, too.
Enjoyed the vibe this one had, a surreal quality as VanAstral commented above... and it's always enjoyable to me to read some good prose poetry, don't get much of it around here
Hey there, Fulmah. Actually, I don't know if you remember me, But it's Jack_. It's been like, two years since I've been on these forums! I just wanted to check back on the forums again, as my writer's-block hasn't been as bad.
