#YOLO

By AKT

Mon, 22 Oct 2012
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So I look at the sun
and it temporarily blinds me.
I close my eyes and I can see
the dark is tinted red.

There is a man
and he’s kissing you.
You’re real into it.
Guess what? The man is me.
That’s right, I’m kissing you.
This isn’t a metaphor or anything,
I am kissing you.
Actually kissing you.
IRL kissing you.
My lips are on your lips
and I’m kissing you.
My hand is on your face
and I am kissing you.
My fingers are in your hair
and I’m kissing you.
My tongue is in your mouth.
We are kissing.
Really kissing.

I wonder how many times
I can say the word ‘Kissing,’
before it just becomes sound
and loses all meaning?

Kissing kissing kissing kissing kissing kissing
kissing kissing kissing kissing kissing kissing
kissing kissing kissing kissing kissing kissing
kissing kissing kissing kissing kissing kissing
kissing kissing kissing kissing kissing kissing
kissing kissing kissing kissing kissing kissing.

Hey look, we’re still kissing
and that means something.
People are looking at us
because we are still kissing.
Someone just told us to get a room.

Maybe we should get a room.

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Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by TheFreshPenOfTO on
That's pretty interesting poem. I would like to see you perform it live. Do you actually say it 36 times in the real peformance?

Submitted by AKT on
Thank you, and yes, I do. Apart from the last time I performed it when I lost count and must've ended up saying it over 50 times. It becomes a little hypnotic.