New rhythms lead to a want of a rhythm section.

[twilightshade]

All these new spring rhythms are unfamiliar, heat undulating under the cold like hips under a blanket. I've been watching the glacial seduction of asphalt sliding it's hand up along icy roads. The seasons like some slow tide pulling itself over the land, snow in shadowed hollows like tide-pool crabs left to gradually suffocate in the warning air

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[greeneyes69]

haha, i always manage to wear out the cuffs. my shortness coming through.

don't get jealous or think your poems are insufficient, everyone does things differently. believe me, someone out there feels the same about theirs when they see yours.

[twilightshade]

I am not short, persay, I do have relatively stubby legs though, so I can empathize on the scuffed cuffs deal. But I think that generally looks more badass and things anyway.

I think to remedy the poetry/jealousy of music thing I may just start rapping. I think that would be an adequate way to incorporate both into one thing.