At eight I was brilliant with my body
destroying birds and stealing and crying
palindromic numbers fascinated me and I used paper liberally.
Physical items forming connections through my darling continuum
so I can travel, or could travel
and the figure of God materialized in front of my eyes and physical items
I came here because I was god in my own right.
I am raw power and untamed creativity
Or at least I was, or at least I was told so.
Wave hand colour erupt death squeal smash.
Coordinates, flying bears, dancing bears in doorways.
I am the ultimate authority on rhymes and circles and airplanes, or I was.
Perhaps I was just drawing pictures
But I destroyed birds, and now the nest is Guernica, and that is a picture.
In Illinoise I was brilliant.
In Massachusetts I was brilliant.
And now I have that power developed
and now I will destroy birds for life, in real lives
I kill everything
I collapse my continuum
Alphabet soup disintegrates because of my commands shouted to the universe.
I kill everything.
*(This poem has been reviewed. I know it is confusing, smashed, mashed, and disconnected. If you are the one that reviewed this originally and are under the impression that I have shrugged off your suggestions and questions, I want you to know that such shrugging isn't my intention. To the rest of you, this piece is an exercise based on a poem by Gary Soto; please don't sue me, Gary, I'm giving you credit. Apologies if I have offended anyone, said apologies extending to the bounds of common sense.)
destroying birds and stealing and crying
palindromic numbers fascinated me and I used paper liberally.
Physical items forming connections through my darling continuum
so I can travel, or could travel
and the figure of God materialized in front of my eyes and physical items
I came here because I was god in my own right.
I am raw power and untamed creativity
Or at least I was, or at least I was told so.
Wave hand colour erupt death squeal smash.
Coordinates, flying bears, dancing bears in doorways.
I am the ultimate authority on rhymes and circles and airplanes, or I was.
Perhaps I was just drawing pictures
But I destroyed birds, and now the nest is Guernica, and that is a picture.
In Illinoise I was brilliant.
In Massachusetts I was brilliant.
And now I have that power developed
and now I will destroy birds for life, in real lives
I kill everything
I collapse my continuum
Alphabet soup disintegrates because of my commands shouted to the universe.
I kill everything.
*(This poem has been reviewed. I know it is confusing, smashed, mashed, and disconnected. If you are the one that reviewed this originally and are under the impression that I have shrugged off your suggestions and questions, I want you to know that such shrugging isn't my intention. To the rest of you, this piece is an exercise based on a poem by Gary Soto; please don't sue me, Gary, I'm giving you credit. Apologies if I have offended anyone, said apologies extending to the bounds of common sense.)
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