in the back of the throat

in the back of the throat

A Poem by Dith

I feel like you have something
I could have. I could even take
down George Orwell's arguments.
Back to the world:
I stammer back
inside it,
it feels gigantic;
it makes me piss myself.
He watched my squat in the nighttime
streetside light, before the scooter ride:

"Nobody's here," let's ride away.

I attempt to find a truth in this
night aid free verse but the gift
of fear and conscious thought grows
weeds in my body and I'm quite
due for a fast.

The not knowing is in your teeth
and you'll be so sweet when I grab
the tops of your pants and speech
switches on and off. I'm breathing,
giving light; the unfolding of
What There Was, and possibility
echos told tales half-heard in
the trees.

© 2009 Dith


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Dith
Dith

Orlando, FL



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I'm 25. I've been writing (essays, poems) for fourteen years. I like poetry, politics, music, philosophy, photography, deep breathing. Lately I've been writing abstract type poetry where I experime.. more..

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