This was titled by a friend because I hadn't titled it. It's in the archives @ www.atreecalledlife.com I would appreciate feedback. Verbally A Muse Copyright Evan R. Carter This here is an experiment Can you hear me? I said can you hear me? HEAR ME Fuck you I don’t care if you hear me Drink more, drink more beer I ain’t talkin’ to you any way I’m talkin’ to myself I’m talkin’ to all I can be For I had a fall, from my own fuckin’ thought wall It’s funny I could have fought but I didn’t I Didn’t fight, I didn’t fight at all Well, well that’s a lie I fought tooth and nail I was a cobra snake pickin’ on a mongoose Love; a dog of hell The Heart valved Cerberus of every feeling It makes ya feel alive that pulsin’ pushing jive C’mon rhyme, now take another five I could live with you in another world Any other fuckin’ world but this one This world. I gotta get outta this world I’ve lived in many worlds, people Been many, many people But this world I can’t live with you I tried, I dug it, I’m digging it but change, you gotta move Find another jive Movin’ on in and out of the old The old The old The old Flow down of crashin’ thoughts in my note books For this ain’t no fuckin’ communication lesson This here is truly an experiment in confessin’ Confessing the sins, the sins of myself Not of any fuckin’ paradigm you may find outside yourself My own rules, I break ‘em all the time The hot lil’ philly I did find or did she find me Fuck Can’t remember I can’t fucking remember the tender The Tender, the tender, or was it a bender? Am I ramblin’ or am I makin’ sense here, people. It don’t matter, it don’t matter at all I’m gettin’ it off my chest. As I said this is a confession’ session and while we’re on it, I pissed in the punch at the school dance I hid the fat kids pants while he was in gym class I ain’t no sycophant but I can lie, lie when people have potential Push them, push them closer to what they could be even though they suck shit, I’ve wondered if any of ‘em were a good fuck Been usin’ that word, gotta love them four letter words Handy little emphasis tool Especially to those of us who’re quite the fool Well I been takin’ up too much time I’m gonna go see if I can’t comit to another mind crime of any kind Don’t f’get to fill your glass now, my favourite people of this unfavourite world
Wow. I think you write really well. I like the repetition in your poetry. It adds a "je ne sais quais" quality to your poem. I really like it. Peace and love
