Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Exlax for writers block.

If I could

I would take my words off the first crop from a peach tree
so I could make them taste sweeter than every other sentence you've heard.

See if I could,

I would make a language out of the leather that makes snares
so I could beat your ear drums
like Nick Cannon.

Yup, I said that.
That just happened.

If I could,

I would have a choreographer for my fingers
so my poetry could dance around your thoughts.
And do other cool shit I cant say.

If I could,

I would contract a German scientist
to turn my meanings into synthetic bubble gum.
So you could keep my words in your mouth longer.

If I could,

I would change all of Gucci Manes lyrics to
the sound of crack being made.

If I could,

I would wash my heart out with bleach to separate
your filthy memory from my definition of love.

If I could,

I would fast forward to a time when I know love personally.

If I could,

I would rewind back to when I didn't have to wonder if I love myself.

If I could,

I would pause












for a really long time just to fuck up my syntax.

If I could,

I would forgive Micheal Jordan for having so many mid life crisis's.
Its okay.
All the other numbers after 23 didn't matter.
Neither did the baseball bat.


If I could,

I would write poetry on the inside of every Chemistry textbook
so students dont need equations to know they matter.

If I could,

I would end this really creatively:


Two kids walk into a bar, the bar tender says

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