been studying some basic swedish online. decided to use some of it in my writing.
completely void of sound
except the lone electronic fan sitting in the corner
"i remember when i had nothing,
i've come a long way from sleeping in parking lots"
swedish verbs swim in my head,
filled with american humor
and spanish history
and thoughts of expensive cheeses
and desires to see the world
and to have it all
just to lose it all
"damn! my head is pounding!
i've been awake too long,
or overslept or something"
i'm in some strange land
and i don't know how i got here
"talar du engelska?"
i'm in some strange land
and i don't know how i got here
but somewhere,
there's an old doctor in a white lab coat
drawing a road map of my brain
and it's filled with dead ends
there were grand structures
along the way as we use to walk,
lost without direction -
leaky ceilings and blood coming out
from betweenst the ancient boards,
veins are coming loose!
and also, neurons are catching fire!
do you speak any language?
are you ready to go home?
because, i have the map now
5/6/15
Poetry by Thomas Perdue
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Written on 2015-05-27 at 23:40
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jag talar engelska in a floridian flat
expansive space, endlesscompletely void of sound
except the lone electronic fan sitting in the corner
"i remember when i had nothing,
i've come a long way from sleeping in parking lots"
swedish verbs swim in my head,
filled with american humor
and spanish history
and thoughts of expensive cheeses
and desires to see the world
and to have it all
just to lose it all
"damn! my head is pounding!
i've been awake too long,
or overslept or something"
i'm in some strange land
and i don't know how i got here
"talar du engelska?"
i'm in some strange land
and i don't know how i got here
but somewhere,
there's an old doctor in a white lab coat
drawing a road map of my brain
and it's filled with dead ends
there were grand structures
along the way as we use to walk,
lost without direction -
leaky ceilings and blood coming out
from betweenst the ancient boards,
veins are coming loose!
and also, neurons are catching fire!
do you speak any language?
are you ready to go home?
because, i have the map now
5/6/15
Poetry by Thomas Perdue
Read 768 times
Written on 2015-05-27 at 23:40
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