Free Entry 1 Week 8

Erudite

I learned to succumb to the letter eating

two brained beasts that live inside the

intricate scrolls. The suicide carved

scrolls, deep in the throat of

each beast’s syllabi shadow that

perpetrates suicide on the fingers. Mine

have died at night, like the daylily,

while prodding them down the rolled

flesh tubes, waiting for the

contraction, waiting for the alphabet

soup throw back.  

Those large pupil lenses have raped

my brain, stole my gold, and

impregnated me with bound paper.

A rigid beast told me that the extinct cafeterias

that lined my subconscious school, and the marker

stained satchel that reflected in the apple-eyes of my teachers,

were no more. He told me, “This is real. That was bullshit”.

That stiff beast was cut of board. Free

hand, no template would be made

as difficult to master. I’d call him master,

in exchange for a single quarter

of his mastery. Could he master me?

I’d let him master me. That beast

has given me a new picture frame. 

I posted this last week. It was an improv but I have worked tirelessly on this draft. I would really appreciate any feedback.  My goal is to use this in my final portfolio but I don’t feel like it’s worthy as is.