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The Death of Word By Tony Brown enough with trauma, enough with injustice, enough of ecstasy and horny tales. enough with the empty skins of these things -- limp words, deflated balloons, dead air. don't tell me about racism if you can't make me squirm under the boot on your neck. don't speak of sex unless I can learn from you how dry friction vanishes into liquid and steam. don't even bother with the breakup talk unless I understand what your lover looked like the last time she walked away from you and until I can smell the rug you laid upon while you cried. I'm eager for the death of Word these days, hoping I get to watch it kick and strangle on itself. if you want me to step up and put it on my shoulders and keep it from hanging, you'll have to make it disappear into the things you claim to understand simply because you know how to pronounce them. |