and i write
simply
for the cacophony
of six-syllable words
clacking against each other
for luscious alliteration
coating my mouth
like agave on a late-summer eve
and sharp consonants
and delicate suffixes
sounding smart
cloaked in fire,
burnt toast on the tongue
and i write at night
because then the murmurs of my subconscious
are unmuffled by the
should-haves, shouldn’ts-
and other standards
and at night
the razors attached to my truths fade
into vague discomfort
unhaunted by dirty words and clichés
and formatting and rhymes
and what else they say we need
we’re-supposed-to-need
-this
but i like parentheses
because i am two-faced
because i am secretive
because i am mysterious
manipulative
and i have everything
to hide
–
written a4jun2011.
this is one of those which came to me as i was half-asleep, waiting for unconsciousness to fully claim me- hence the nonsensical imagery.
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idiography 