Paragon Vs. Esteban

Topic: Little brother in a traffic jam


The Overlooked Synonym

I dry spell with chaffing syllables
Coughing words
With congested sentences
I stifle blocks of writers
Concepts constrict then break off like tangents or bias
Watching me are you?

I start my day with powdered milk, cinnamon
And packed with traffic jam on my toast
I choke in prose
With a wedged burnt page
Carbon copies blackened with soot like plaque
Buildup like the bodies in Plaquemines parish
I’m prying not to perish
I’m trying not to cherish
This moment like a poem more than a book
The bullet more than the ballot
The tryhme ver sus the rhyme
Ver er, us? Compare us on?
Comparison? Hold up like stymie
Pardon the parting, the interruption but

You aint been blue till you been indigo
Asphyxiate
I’m your object of obstruction
Your pause (no homo)
Prevention is the best key
With locked knuckles on the atom’s apple
Split into spit and gargled words
You have me cornered in a straight shot sentence
My insides crowded with pistol positions
Silencers like
. . . …. … . . . .. … . . .
Pivot like
,
!
You say?
Y watch X change, you controller,
When you can experience the experiment
Yourself

Who’s necks?

Vs. Poetic Assasin Posted

Several Definitions of The Democratic When

death, is never an untimely affair, life is

When:
everything you hear
is a lie about lies
retorts of kingdoms and beauties
heretics and heuristics of the internet

when:
all your idols were staged
as truth was in the audience
inaudible
ambient but dimmed irrelevant
cornered in their own skin
with a fistful of quarters
1/ 4th place ribbon, one forced
line after another line
poems

frustrated
pen strokes lead to lesions
damaging the self image:

have a problem just get in line the
complaints wrap around the block, writers,
whos necks?

not i
just cannot win
wind down
with crsytal meth-
od-ing

when i
heard the news breaking in the room
like a thousand chandeliers had
collapsed on the mirror men
I rejoiced in their wave of sound
The shatter, as if the hush of a maelstrom
calmed the fire that was my first layer of skin

Mirror men and women had
Abused the definitions of "when" so much
That the crystal methods of
the lost individual was heard,
as they drew hiakus like blood
on the necks of the privileged
"they earned it" they quoted about
"when" it happened but
the character of their "when"
grew up privileged too

a
character cant be revealed
through a history of privilege
choke
hold we should hold
our makeshift contemporaries
in contempt

You’d think shouting out Gaza or
Sudan would save a poet
When in reality
There are people dying hear
Keep shouting out in statements, when we
Really need discussions

You can use your colors and fabrications of history,
You can take their history classes
But the oppressed don’t write those lessons,
What is the point in trying to remember a history
That refuses to remember you?
Recession? Big deal, we were
pour to begin with
inaudible in the audience
ambient

We really need to talk about
when
Then again things like "when" keep between
statements and discussions
things like "when" are only for
the privileged
those "border lines" in poems

its really one of those
"my mother should have swallowed"
explanations
you just cant win in the end with the when

and "when" it happens, I'll just use
the fistful of quarters for an abortion
saving a life

when: all your screams,
harrows, pains, are not words heard
but overlooked as if strong winds
shattering in the distance

democracy only frees the majority