La Tasha N. Nevada Diggs

the surreal life

,
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call me O’ fUstrated _
Pin cushion .
the quaInt prickler of channels

it’s Not a perference . .
liking to Kill to spaz the desire
Bravo betweeN my thoughts & composition pixels
habituals autOmatic

remote if you Trust ≈

these movable limbS will ramen something worth reading

a poem sUcked snail/y Discovery & so forth
Perturbed .
I have it smoother than skippy ‘
reckon these decisioNs stupdinoid (!)

jiggatofiggawhataniggabeflossingfor


flick ya fiddle
weak ya strum strum
i got ya fiya
burn ya bum chum
who’s ever gotta
chock full o’ injury
me a pressure cooker
belly full o’ mad cow….high
don’t ya test me


pimped liKe my rump
iNstead on laptop but ,
couched beside the commOn room’s dim dimma
;
the left hand anchors The pen
my right Sucks down cup o’ noodles

π simUltaneously
the blue screen a fliP a radiance hums
from new hooded specIes ?

designated queeNs I street for a sequel
. maKing the band .
scaveNger the dancehall fruitaloom bang de nelley

when these words return tO autobiography ,

Tootie to my p. diddy’S meglomohawk

jiggatofiggawhataniggabeflossingfor


flick ya fiddle
weak ya strum strum
i got ya fiya
burn ya bum chum
who’s ever gotta
chock full o’ injury
me a pressure cooker
belly full o’ mad cow….high
don’t ya test me

La Tasha N. Nevada Diggs

Poem, copyright © 2005 by La Tasha N. Nevada Diggs
Appearing on From the Fishouse with permission
Audio file, copyright © 2005, From the Fishouse

Posted on September 16, 2005 6:34 AM