“Hey, how you doing?”
Don’t got a light though, sorry.”
“No worries, somewheres in here”
Draft written by Sam Sutlive on April 3rd, 2017 around 11:00pm after exchange happened.
This draft written between 7:16 and 7:27pm on April 4th, 2017 for April 3rds poetry entry.
-I read a review for a book of poetry turned prose by Alice Notley called Certain Magical Acts. It sounds like it will be good. I am having a hard time imagining a four page poem for now, or even a book length poem.
from jumping too high
cat tail PAUSE
-Tall women rolling their shoulders to hip hop.
-The host was charismatic. Little and fierce her expression was written across her face.
love is overrated honed into horizontely stripped pants
-communicate to a point, get there it is all in a nod point to point we got this.
-You watching their eyes wander, how much do you read into what you see?Into what you see that they see?
neck muscles too tight
hiphop here to stay
-wolf hats spinning can not see
-Image poems do not work but the sailors boat sinks as we fall.
-Double hearting this tight neck, solid letters sounding zip zip orroo. I love the waviness, their reflections, that structure on the right, how it mimics the one on the left yet all together different as the same. I feel its wetness and fogginess. Something at bay that is about to breach and touch me to wash over me.
-Ideas flow through the guys mind. He is writing a book, publishing it he says. You do not need a religious leader breathing down your neck he says.
Written by Sam Sutlive on April 4, 2017 for April 4, 2017 between 7:27 and 9ishpm and then between 10ish and 11:19pm and posted at 11:21pm on April 4, 2017.
P.S. Do you all like saying in this blog April 4th 2017 or April 4, 2017? I used both here and would like someone else’s opinion.