Flapping tongue, to change your name, to change yourself,
to change,
to change,
you say it’s smoking time, maybe if the zone changed,
but we run on desert time,
at devil lake
I wish I was, a reservoir, I wish I was a dog,
rolling in the dirt, a tumble weed,
collecting time and breeze,
in the hustle
rolling,
changing,
flapping in my sleep to change position, to change disposition,
to change,
I meditate, a trumpet sounds,
an angel sings, is it me?
Did I work? Did the clock split my tongue
and now I am two?
Am I new?
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through the darkness there is light
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Even though this is not what you are writing about, it made me think of a post about Native Americans who have both male and female tendencies. They label this duplicity as, Two Spirits.”
That’s really interesting. I didn’t know that. I can see how that could relate – it’s definitely a duplicity related theme going on. 🙂
This has a flow – could be a song.
Man, I would love to write song lyrics. That would be amazing.
I really liked this poem. I think it’s the way the words just seem to fall together.
Thank you!! I wasn’t too sure about it but i’m glad you enjoyed it.
Thank you. Something about this one appealed to me, too. Which doesn’t happen with my own writing often. LOL. I usually get irritated with what I write. Still seems to never come out the way that I want it to.