May 07, 2006

Word Assassination

Murder on the mind
Madness on the tongue
Words are daggers
Slitting throats
Carving metaphors into flesh
Corpses laid out like sentences

We speak without moving our minds
Our lips flap without sound

Performance requires a stage and microphone
Plug your veins into the sound system
Perhaps truth will flow through the speakers
And back to the heart

I have sent Hercule Poirot a telegram
Seeking answers to this madness
A little sherlock to determine the way home

Murder on the mind
Sanity shackled within a cabin

Murder on the mind

The musings of Agatha Christie send me down routes that terrify me

2 comments:

HunnyBunny said...

Kick ass poem! I am a poet too and I definitly know good work when I see it! How long have you been writing?
I started when I was 13 and I am now 15 going on 16 this June. XD

kojo said...

Hey HunnyBunny, thanks for the comment. I've been writing since I was about 12, seriously since I was 28, but still have a long way to go. Still consider myself an infant when it comes to writing craft. Easy