Monday, April 22, 2013

Mute


                Bold Zulu God 
In my dreams 
I see flesh dripping 
Like candle wax 
            Coating my tongue 
      Like white chocolate 
It sticks to the roof 
Of my mouth 
So I can't form words 
           Instead 
I use my eyes and within them 
You see sign language 
Of the heart 

Speak. 


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11 comments:

Brian Miller said...

dang bro....sign language of the heart in the eyes....that is tight...the stand alone 'speak' at the end is strong as well...

Victoria said...

Powerful write, Anthony. Have to agree with Brian...the "speak" packs a punch.

kkkkaty said...

Good job..to the point.. and more!!

Joseph Hesch said...

Speak? Preach! You'll never be mute, my friend. You communicated generations in four dozen words. And I heard each and every one.

Claudia said...

oh heck...powerful images anthony...the sign language of the heart...dang...tightly penned

Heaven said...

I like the use of eyes in the sign language ~ This speaks volumes ~

Good to see you Anthony ~

Mary said...

This took my breath away, Anthony.

Arron Shilling said...

Bold Zulu God was my high skool nickname! :)

this is a class delivery: the final sequence

springs me back to the title

and makes me rethink
markings made

mute man
I am

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Claudia said...

happy saturday anthony...hope you're well...smiles

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