alien self-autopsy 2017 (parts a, b, and c)
a.
as a poet i am hummingbird;
i walkslow and hockup sadshit.
b.
i am no new james browns, bobby
byrds, or curtis mayfield…
i’m no new fela kuti, roy ayers,
or pfunk…
i am devoid, sir, of soul
& consciousness.
c.
a liberation untended / unattended.
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( when going from plural to singular perspective, always watch your s-es )
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and never use greater than / less than signs in your replies because the algorithms will consider it code and just sip tea at you.
love the rhythm of your compound words!
gonna be compelled to use section a as an epigraph one day. plus, that’s gonna make me write a thousand more lines. thank you. hockup sad shit. fuck. (it was too late when i realized i signed up–cue melancholic laughter.)
Liar! I agree with Nicole.
i walkslow and hockup sadshit.
Great line!
listening to fela kuti as I write this…nice
just about ready for some alien self-autopsy myself
I am devoid
felt