holy microphone's missives a missile
metered lettersplatter painting the room
incoming rush a vacuum
you inhale a verb
artistic antimatter vortexed as literary cleansing breath
suck it toke it in hold it hold it hold it now
exhaling a perfect approaching syllabic storm
the matter a mushroom cloud of words
lyrics exploding encephalitic minds
storyteller's tale vibrating at 60 cycle hum
tickling in touch of inner ear and cerebral cortex
deep in our stem, pure energy, primordial, starving for it
caressing the same spot as pain, good chocolate & you
proving the mind can cum
we dance, splashing in an electrified word puddle
new creations born again in the art, rhythm and pulse of voice
each line a beat in vocabularied measure
we tango another linguistic line, a samba in semantic choices
and, taking another breath as nitrous fueled as the last
I exhale a font's flame into a mic to keep you listening.
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