….can the spoken
be resurrected
by the written still?
and can the frontin
and the jivin
and the steppin
that moved words
and worlds
still punch
through the
sponsored slammin
of an hbo special?
or do these words
now need to ink
back to the future
burning through
rhythms by
tap dancing
on typewriters
acidrefluxing
back through time
to discover
futurism
in the murky past?
words forced out
letterforletterforletterforletter
until period
and punctuation
become uncompleted
gasps
for air
sucked in by
lungs drowning
in
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