Food Movie
By Adam Gaucher
I would like to be dreaded as cement hard on knee caps. An eye drop of ugly shattered glass, the salt for sore paper cuts. I'd like to be the sweet piercing nightmare, the reoccurring fear of decapitation and silence. "I am the disproof of the forth dimension; the disproof of eternal life; the disproof of true love. The tone of my voice is unbearable. Every sound spit being a shrieking medley of square dynamic shift. I am the provider of barbed wire spinal cords passed out at the end of a long and hard work day. I am a lead mountain between humanity and its tragic supple desires." It is what I am, and what I love to be, but somehow my company remains appreciated. I am at times envied, and it kills me. My motivation becomes indifference, my poetry becomes self-absorbent and dull, like a sharpened mashed potato. Written March 14th, 2002 © on Apr 10 2002 02:23 AM PST 10 • 0
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