poetry

Bored at work

I happen to get to work early most days. Well recently it was really early when people weren’t really doing anything. So I started off my day writing two poems. (Or at least one on each day.) It seemed work out well. The two poems were Still and Voicing, personally I prefer Still but both came out alright in my opinion.

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Voicing

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I post my voice across

the audience for effect

– but only the bones groan

in the sweaty seats.

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Some can subtly sweep across

the crowd with flute music.

A scented whisper that runs

through the walls, and whets

the contented faces.

Splayed before the stage.

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I tremble at the lectern

jutting out of the ground

like a question mark.

I watch the pages through

my glasses. They turn

and fold into pure energy

in my hands.

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My head lights up with

staccato shrieks of

bridled paranoia. My words

turn into worms that wind

their way into through the legs

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– and slowly into the collected craniums.

piled before me.

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PhilosopherPoet

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