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Cut To The Chase pt. I: Hot n Heavy
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Extended Poetry “Pt I: Hot N Heavy”
Oh, grievances I behold in my cold arms
In my cold fur shivering so hard
That it stands up by hind legs
Hot air balloon ascends like the sun
Moving slowly by my nippy nose
Like the circus big top
Inflating with the audience
That is too much a mouthful to behold
Oh, grievances that sink into the snow
And disappear
That sink into my eyes
That are installed so neatly so ever cruel
So they’ll never catch loose
Like a snowball on the move
Like dripping poetry
Ever growing slow as sap
As slow as snow adds up
As slow as a deep breath
Oh, dire, oh, the morn weeps low
Early in the sky
Tears so hot it melts the snow
Spray-painted on the soil
Oh, my, oh, so little toes!
As the hot air balloon rises high as heat
And cries away the snowball fight
Rain washing windows
Hot and heavy as gravity
As tears peer in to catch a little glimpse
Behind glass
Behind backs
So unaware
Oh, eyes see the grievance in her
See the loss inside the empty hole
Submarine surfaces
Slowly, slowly, slowly
Sticking out the periscope
To sniff the cold air and take a dip
And take a breath
And flex the muscles of control
It pretends to have
A bully he is
But snooping around for a clear size
And an easy pocket to shove his fist into
Oh, grievances me
He smells my blood
Fee fey foe fum
Oh me, oh my, where to go, where to run
My hands but full of snow and shivers
All tickling me to marionette me to a dance
What’s a boy to do?
Eyelids slowly close over the sun
Like a weary baby
As it yawns itself a slow tune
Lullabyed to slow sleep
With still cold feet
