I'm gonna try some instantaneous poetry right now /
For some writers there's something unnerving about writing STRAIGHT on to a laptop
but I like the thrill of an artistic challenge
/
With The Shadows
Black hollow whispers
the scratch is deep within the wall
the dark corroding through insulation
the foam leaks out
The island will be submerged
three thousand miles below
I'll shine a torch up
to the surface
and make shapes
with the shadows
cha cha chu
cha cha chu
The blank tape reaches it's close
I want the static to envelope us
it has texture and a groove
It is like no other;
it has consistency
yet evolves constantly
Life is Static
/
A Tad Scatter Shot but hopefully I saved it in the last verse
That "cha cha-" bit? don't know why but I felt like it but also probably because I was listening to The Horror's "Primary Colours" and I guess that affected the overall tone of the poem /
I like to think of my poems as songs with no music and my readers bring their own beat, rhythm and melody to it in their heads as they read it.
An interesting experiment for me - but what did you think of it?
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