by Branson Neuman
Soliloquies spit in cursive
Each verse is diverse with purpose
Hurting cuz I couldn’t see first without some hearses
Pursing lips I’m cursing
Err
Reverse it
Now you’re worth it
Forgave someone who hurts you
Just because they good at twerking
Surfaces never reveal the facts you learn and I’m worrying about the
Churning in my stomach I’m just stirring
I’m too ready to leave
Never ready to stay
Family glad to see me
But then I’m up and away
Eloquently speaking sulfur slurring sometimes I just spit
Effortlessly coursing from the flow upon my lips
Flow
Frozen
Cold
Open
Heart
Surgery
I wear my vessels on my sleeve
And soul upon my speech
Bouquet made of voices
Roses wilt in June
The sweltering heat of summer
Now fades behind the moon
Evidently speaking like I’m Einstein with a peace of mind
Ending such a poem
With the pieces that I left behind
THE VIRGINIA NORMAL 