Tag: spoken word

Shapeless

I want to curl up so hard my limbs stick together
Like dough, like clay
Squeeze me together until the seams disappear
Lose my shape in your palms
Knead me smooth
Turn me over, and over and over
I’m raw potential now
Waiting for a chance to be something new

Let me rise and stretch
Push out with no borders
Give me time to grow
Enough to be formed into something
Beautiful

Cut me apart, round me out
Now the work’s begun in earnest
Squish and squeeze me
Turn and roll me
Make me into something new

Parts of old and parts of earth
Warmed by hands and hunger
Kept in molds to guide my body
Further skyward, never falling

When all’s been made as stone and wood:
Solid, but for the wanton need.
Give me this new self so I can
Be savoured
Be coveted
Be consumed

Make me again, and again,
Infinitely many,
Shape me however you please

My skin is as putty
My soul’s never slowed
Until your desire my form will

Appease

Fucking Well.

Photo by Ben Hershey on Unsplash

Oh, I’ve got no room to let
Got no room to let you live
No room to let you live and die
Inside this heart of mine

There’s just no time to waste
No time to waste on you and I
When all I want’s a nice soft bed
And a roof to hide the sky

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Old Growth

Take a look around
Can you see through the trees?
They’re so big and overgrown;
The wind is howling, but there’s no breeze

They tell us to stop lighting fires
To clear away the weeds
To clear out all this old growth brush

But they’re the ones who tend the roots
To keep them healthy
Keep us crushed

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