bahahahaha i wrote this with the prompt being the guy in front of me's hair. i can't think of any other title blah. stream of consciousness <3 the ending is very abrupt. if anyone has any ideas on it, that would be great. Spraying up to the ceiling Ramping from the edge Of bass-line head-phone blank-mind Egg shells tucking conch shell ears And pushing through some melody Humming with sound so Intimate it dances close and wraps Skeleton hands around your shoulders Moves you to the groove A steady step forward a steady step back Leader submissive to the oncoming beats Pencil gliding feet across the floor Wiping clean paper and pressing memory Into every line Be beautiful, poem, Be beautiful Spelled b e a u ti ful so I can Weave it into every word Without splitting the sidewalk and The grain of the gravel sticking into Bare foot itchy hot back alley summer blues Let the hand be the instrument But play it well No trumpet wakes the dead only bids Fare thee well resonance as they Rumba within their caskets a Boogie-woogie-oogie that just don't stop Until all hell breaks loose and then Let the mess flow onto sheets of notebooks Locked in boxes in closets Open every one and spill yourself into it But just a little Dont cry words live every sentence starting with sky So six inch shoreline cerulean and doll cotton Stuffing stuck full of rainy goodbye Embraces and third grade composition books Leaning out like china hats Shielding the babies from what will not hurt them They don't know it yet but the rain is beautiful That's b e a u ti ful beautiful Washing every grubby muddy hand Filling boots left by the porch Licking every soft face Holding sticky onto every window but racing towards the ground Ready to kiss gravity long and hard Sink below the earth and boil In every core melting teapot sugarcube cup Lifting our arms to the air in an eight years old thumb war Grime gripping dirt chubby fingers sliding Pushing against smooth wrists against hairy forearms against bulging muscles and twisting shoulder blades I won but I cheated Going back in time and twisting hellenbusher's skin An Indian burn seeing How long he'll last seeing if he'll remember me When I am older will he twist my skin and whisper To keep quiet Will it swallow him whole like the ocean Blanketing the sand and sucking the innocence and the innocents out Where they cannot breathe Writhe at the surface and gasp for some Guardian reaper to wet their palate They went beyond the margin There are rules here You can't stop once you've started just keep Going and going until your bones rip out of your body And tendons grasp the graphite lapping the page Minuets and hours and days and weeks And the moon rises every night Riding out the aurora and steepleing into Navy jet black constellation maps moths gnawing holes of stud buster stars
