breaking paint

[Trevor Vincent]

I'm not quite sure what this was about, but I really liked the way the words flowed. They rolled off my tongue so eloquently. Maybe that's why I didn't quite understand it. I became very caught up in the word usage that I didn't focus as much on what it was about. I'll be sure and read it again though.

[parch]

my painted head travels town turning aside when they throw apricots, oranges, and bare fruit to my southern drawl, my unaccepted ways. filling labors in the sun i sweated for you and in return i received cool kisses of night upon my soot brow, my sudden twitching was not enough to make you move for i was warmth for you - slender foot, child's laugh i feel so close - so close - and my painted face only painted to hide the truth they don't want to exist so sorrowful now that i can see they do throw to me and do aim to pull me down off this broken mule.

i wanted to break so much and you all fed me water not quenching thirst.
your hands were not soft to mine and your minds were not open to hear my words.
i want to live alive again - i want to be the light again - i'll bend the moon down to begin and let this go - i'll let it go.

dreams telling trees and trespassers its not yet the time for signs - yellow lights, faded smiles, let you be again and i will see you in the sun...i will break in the light... you must let me go.


___---parch

[machinery]

a stage maybe, drama performance? acceptance? Besides that...that damn "seceda" feeling......!

but I really liked it......the word choice just flowed...i read this fast...."just let me go" that faded and echoed in my head when I read this and I could still hear in the background of reading the remainder of the work....it was sort of instrument to the words of yours...

nice work.....

[parch]

what is this with the 'seceda' feeling... geez.. what do you mean?

[machinery]

go to your seceda poem..and read my reply....you'll see...