Blind Poem by Charlotte Ballard
Blind
Color is a medium
Splashing mouths and
Bottoms moving in front
Of a boxed off beat.
Steam blurs chipmunk
Hands that snap, quick
Quick, like that...
Where's the blue in that?
Or the red? Smashed in
Stretchy comic stuff.
Vibrations tap out
Code in elbows, knees where
Sweat creases black promises,
Spaghetti boils from under
The door.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
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