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Body Electric
"I sing the body electric,
The armies of those I love engirth me and I
engirth them,
They will not let me off till I go with them,
respond to them,
And discorrupt them, and charge them full
with the charge of the soul."
- I Sing the Body Electric, Walt Whitman
I am missing the body electric -
The way we'd sigh
to these
Age old verses -
You and I
So little compared to the universes -
In our minds and
these words that shock the skin,
The spirit,
They never want to hear it -
Drown in alcohol and swim with it
They never really taste it
and I
don't really want their kisses.
Their fire dies easily
With the coming of the morning
And the end of their cigarettes.
Their songs get old quickly -
A serenade becoming whining,
becoming a slap of me owing
them something.
For they want the sparks of my fingers,
And they want to give something I can't return.
They want to take the shakes and the
Skin burning that doesn't
Belong
To them.
I asked them to stop the whining poetic -
I fucking owe them nothing.
Because I seek the body electric.
these lines
these verses
these words
To shake me to
My core.
To melt the frozen with each
Shock and shiver -
To hell with mediocre.
Sing me fire.
Sing me electric.
The armies of those I love engirth me and I
engirth them,
They will not let me off till I go with them,
respond to them,
And discorrupt them, and charge them full
with the charge of the soul."
- I Sing the Body Electric, Walt Whitman
I am missing the body electric -
The way we'd sigh
to these
Age old verses -
You and I
So little compared to the universes -
In our minds and
these words that shock the skin,
The spirit,
They never want to hear it -
Drown in alcohol and swim with it
They never really taste it
and I
don't really want their kisses.
Their fire dies easily
With the coming of the morning
And the end of their cigarettes.
Their songs get old quickly -
A serenade becoming whining,
becoming a slap of me owing
them something.
For they want the sparks of my fingers,
And they want to give something I can't return.
They want to take the shakes and the
Skin burning that doesn't
Belong
To them.
I asked them to stop the whining poetic -
I fucking owe them nothing.
Because I seek the body electric.
these lines
these verses
these words
To shake me to
My core.
To melt the frozen with each
Shock and shiver -
To hell with mediocre.
Sing me fire.
Sing me electric.
Published 28th Jan 2018
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28th Jan 2018 1:02pm
Excellent structure,and punctuation in this write.
the longing for light not written in any scriptures of old
the shock of the skin with a spark that's so bold
bring the crash cart paddles
it's like a baptism in alcohol
but they don't bring you back up right away
a hug from a stranger makes us crawl up the walls
snuffed these early morning fires
cigarette butts being stomped
twisted on
then pulling
still running oxygen nose tubes back down
worn out songs soften my sleepy eyes
yearning to ignite what they cannot see yet
i love that last stanza
"To melt the frozen with each
Shock and shiver -
To hell with mediocre.
Sing me fire.
Sing me electric." -and so she dropped the live wire in the puddle of water the crowd was standing in.
fantastic imagery and thoughts put behind this write.
well penned thepositivelydark
the longing for light not written in any scriptures of old
the shock of the skin with a spark that's so bold
bring the crash cart paddles
it's like a baptism in alcohol
but they don't bring you back up right away
a hug from a stranger makes us crawl up the walls
snuffed these early morning fires
cigarette butts being stomped
twisted on
then pulling
still running oxygen nose tubes back down
worn out songs soften my sleepy eyes
yearning to ignite what they cannot see yet
i love that last stanza
"To melt the frozen with each
Shock and shiver -
To hell with mediocre.
Sing me fire.
Sing me electric." -and so she dropped the live wire in the puddle of water the crowd was standing in.
fantastic imagery and thoughts put behind this write.
well penned thepositivelydark
9th Apr 2018 2:58pm
I asked them to stop the whining poetic -
I fucking owe them nothing.
Because I seek the body electric.
these lines
these verses
these words
To shake me to
My core.
To melt the frozen with each
Shock and shiver -
To hell with mediocre.
Sing me fire.
Sing me electric.
How I enjoyed this ode to the fire, to the blaze, to the electric!
("Leaves of Grass" is one of three books downloaded on my phone...)
I fucking owe them nothing.
Because I seek the body electric.
these lines
these verses
these words
To shake me to
My core.
To melt the frozen with each
Shock and shiver -
To hell with mediocre.
Sing me fire.
Sing me electric.
How I enjoyed this ode to the fire, to the blaze, to the electric!
("Leaves of Grass" is one of three books downloaded on my phone...)
14th Apr 2018 5:30pm
