Tuche & Automaton

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

poetry is layering.

typewrites move like kicking girls legs,

if you hit them quick enough and to beats,
they make songs,

I want my fingers to know what words to write.
my mind shut off and numb.
there is no delete.

my hands too shaky for white out.

I concentrate on the keys,
hit them perfectly

but my fingers fall between
consonants and vowels,

constant rewrites over letters.


At 10:58 AM, Blogger luc u! said...

yes. well done.


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