Karmin and Rihanna

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Karmin and Rihanna

I think I drank 2 much coffee.
And Now i feel just like Karmin.
Double speeded. And torn in half.
I read some more words here on wordpress…
all Completed by the tragical chorus
of Rihanna’s digital song.
Multitasking. Or never not
tasking at all.
All of it put (back up) on a scroll.
2b and To do: mucho mucho later.
laterlaterl88888899r.
The que of the present
put back in the future.
many moments and dayz
all now waiting for each other.
Each little word,
spoken, chanted, sung or written,
is and shall almost now be
as if another word
in that terrifying chorus.
The verse is (and the verse must sing)
always some small part of our lives.

I think i hava had
toooooooo2222 much coffee
for desert.
Now i can see n feel
the world slipping by
as if an underpaid overworked speeded up down
up and about in stop-and-slow-motion.

 

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When we forgot how to sing

When we forgot how to sing

 

No song seems to do it.

There is always just one little step. left.

A key here… never really mentioned.

A stone…that was always somehow stuck.

Try to move, try (not) to rock.

We seem to be held up here on our own.

This boat aint no vagon.

There are no waves in the sand.

With our backs (slowly) turned

towards each other,

we speak only in tongues so exotic…

even to ourselves.

Where each and every lil’ movement and thought…

has to be traced back in reverse.

Remember that DeeJay,

with rocks and sand scratching records.

Well, that must’ve been us. (Don’t you think?)

We somehow forgot how to breathe

n when to spit.

The sand has made fine-trails

across our bones and our backs.

So,

with just this one piece of an mountain,

now,

forever in between us,

we spit it all back out in reverse.

As if words are just figures in a mirror,

that can only reflect or reject, (hands of silver)

but never really say,

what we had always hoped them to say.

I don’t know who made this fine-painted graveyard.

Was it our feet… or our heartbeats?

Everything… swirling and spinning…

through the twinfigured sandeye,

of our lives.

 

(Always looking ahead)

In reverse.