Today i’m gonna use this prompt from NaPoWriMo:
“Write a poem that incorporates the titles of three books you have in your house.”
decoded we slip into 1s and zeros as if atoms could quantify existence
they pulse and split,
humming matter into life,
microscopic vision for our rated x rays
nothing is solid anyway.
u move fast enough, you could slice right through me
what is flesh, marrow seeker? bared bones break
u could call yourself anti matter and i would agree
the way you split me,
would it include personality or just limbs?
believing is not simple,
motion never includes picture.
we make fantasy out of quick cuts, splints and storyboard myths
lies captured scene by cel.
photos are theft of the third kind.
molecules caught in mid motion ceased, no flash please, no bright lights
the black hole from whence we came is calling
book titles: decoded, not simple and black hole.
it’s just a poem. write one. doesn’t have to be perfect. it just has to be yours.