Squwark sounds byte
… shake it baby
unsilence the drama
a happy Russian Soviet bass choir impersona
I can’t rap
But I do
70% water — can’t make this shit up…
Scientists don’t discriminate-
Updated stream filled in
by today’s quantified current
First and foremost a muse of note —
scale down the scratch post
common clouds count in beats
search for a pulse in
no more inches to add to her form
other than to
intro- apple -genuisly feed
worthy for wonderlands flowers to perform ?
‘mo brain mo crane’
Fly to the East
Sigh to the West
side with the South
Hustle with the true north.
Whatever get’s these words out
If this riff sounds willowy
Shucks,Throw in a hillbilly
ain’t apologising for being an invader of my own rythmic space.
ha ha when you cha cha.
Giblets strutting down this street.
Shake a tail feather to those with the Harmonised Harlem shufflers feet.
chiming the bell
Modest mouse slam beatbox a scat cat.
improvise the blues in fluent meow-skies —
Tell her where she lost the plot?
The living aint easy
Where is she at?
doing the wriggle worm , 8 years young
‘ maybe I’m a kid ‘— kidders rights to think
‘maybe I am shit hot.’
Impervious to the nonsense .
Tolerate her apparent nonchalance.
wind down tempo
No more Scratching ideas shape throw your hands in the air
Hit, publish —
have no shame telling people move on to another cloud
Your content is your own style and flair.
Sometimes you gotta groove the ghetto to let up some get up and get some get go.
Posted on 2020-08-07, in poetry and tagged Emotions, Experimental Poetry, In Yer Face poetry, poetry challenge, POWER POETS, rap poetry, Stream of consciousness, writing prompts. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.