If I could write a poem
with the language
of sound
strings, keys… lisps
Cylinders spheres cones… lines
Miles tripping
Turning turning in melody
Blowing brass trees
whispering through trim lips
white horses, white horses
standing over Princes
Cries cries
Cry like a woman
whirling in
an eddy of tongue…
Words wedded together
Like brothers
Kidnapping daughters*
A mind fuck
A dark defining gaze…
Words you see in 4D
You smell reed
fingers tremble
skin riffs
Words with the sigh of a Diva
Mad Mad like
Zeus on a bad rape
When you look up from the page
You will not see me
Molesting you with crazed
language…
Copyright 2004, 2015 E Maria Shelton Speller
EDUCATION:
BFA Northeastern University
CPM, SSGB George Washington University
EXPERIENCE:
United States Air Force
Featured Reader
ORGANIZATIONS:
ZICA Creative Arts & Literary Guild
Original Founding Member Boston’s Zone Poets
Oculus Launch Pad 2021