Letters

If the alphabet wants to dance in the moonlight,
who am I to
stop them?

They tend to stumble home
from a late night at the
Print Shop,
heavily inƚoxiɔɒƚɘb

and throw magazines
at my head.

They yell things
that I could never
spell

because they're all too drunk
to be written,

an I follow suit with my
rebuttal.

Finally the altercation
turns physical,

as I grab them
by the serifs
and press then
one by one
onto a white sheet,

locking them up
behind the bars
of blue.


(writing has been really frustrating the past few days)

If the alphabet wants to dance in the moonlight,
who am I to
stop them?

They tend to stumble home
from a late night at the
Print Shop,
heavily inƚoxiɔɒƚɘb

and throw magazines
at my head.

They yell things
that I could never
spell

because they're all too drunk
to be written,

an I follow suit with my
rebuttal.

Finally the altercation
turns physical,

as I grab them
by the serifs
and press then
one by one
onto a white sheet,

locking them up
behind the bars
of blue.


(writing has been really frustrating the past few days)

Letters

If the alphabet wants to dance in the moonlight, who am I to stop them? They tend to stumble home from a late night at the Print Shop, heavily inƚoxiɔɒƚɘb and throw magazines at my head. They yell things that I could never spell because they're all too drunk to be written, an I follow suit with my rebuttal. Finally the altercation turns physical, as I grab them by the serifs and press then one by one onto a white sheet, locking them up behind the bars of blue. (writing has been really frustrating the past few days)