bending low-OldePunk/RamJet Poetry

RamJet Poetry

bending low

it’s all the thoughts I cannot express

talking slow

the words you are forming

have no meaning

there’s no weight

speaking in zero gravity


all of the times we lost ourselves in yesterday

late nights of no tomorrow

summer kissing and bottled lightning

sweet nothings and keg parties

mushrooms and marijuana

dust under my fingernails

smelling of mesquite and bourbon

when did we die?

I am not sure I can quite remember the exact day

It may have something to do with what you’re trying to say

waiting for it now

bending low, gravel pressing through my jeans

forming itself into my knees

heart thundering, keeping pace with

the vowels that string together

this patois of goodbyes

you want to feed me

but I’m not hungry

It’s never quite enough

my quiet resistance quells some

of the spiteful harangue but you’re

so fucking persistent

I’ve never found…

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