Poems from Jamesc
May I Speak?
May I speak?
This poem… is Sex.
These words… are Sex.
Each syntactic organization a new position,
And each repetition a...
I can take a whole world and flip it on its head.
Don’t believe me, just watch.
Ou êtes-vous maintenant?
Vous êtes sur les rues de...
Our words are like a sword.
They sting and slash through flesh as a knife would cut through bread.
Those slurs and calls that break the...
I sit on the sand; a myriad of stars surround me.
The sea foam nips at my toes, while the wild wind whips across my chest.
I am bare...
Holler from the highest mountain tops!
Tumble town the hills of green plenty!
Live for Love,
And live for Life!
Let not the sands of Time...