Questions Without Subjects
through endless balloon tails its stuck in my system. salt and sugar rolling. twisting in a daylight. endless hole. i want you to love me. upside down, but the right way around. 3 down but 4 to go. theres something thats moving, but we are all blind.
rotten peaches licked by a superior, waiting alone in the dark weather. crumbling beauty but the biscuits were sweet. fleshy handles curling in heat.
numbing endlessly bare, rough and woven. sparkling and returned thrice a meal, swollen with ease, the hand was home. while prancing with sharp eyes.
---Genevieve McConnelll
Dada inspired poem attempt 2. The things that people say and do make marks on those around them. But what if no one is around? What happens to the marks?