January 28, 2008
stolen thoughts
1:50 PM
This poem is a reimagining of MLP's mental block (see the original post here). I have not edited this piece beyond its initial form, except for the typo in the penultimate line.
stolen thoughts
so that you may feel meas i feel you
feeling me
my words weaving
into your veins
i feed you with my words
your blood
your brain
(other body parts
gathering together
in clumps
and in the process
of creation
unbecoming
girls
boys
big black dogs
feeding on rocks
and other junk
and us
in the sarcophagi
in our rooms
waiting for the next feeling
writing words
like eye vee drip
drops
junkies
waiting for the next high
the next fix
the next line
so that you may feel me
so that you may feel anything
as i feel you
your words weaving
into my veins
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