i used to break crayan's, <br />when lines would blur and <br />scribbles would shift. <br /> <br /> now i break pencils <br /> <br />my flint faced ezekiel blackened <br />toungued tip prophet speaks <br />in charcoal whispers. <br /> <br /> the hapless refining of lead and <br /> fingertips creats the breaking point. <br /> <br /> dialect of the curved spine child... <br /> <br /> now diadems of scoliosis <br /> form my alphebetical vertebrae. <br /> bent with the beauty of <br /> a slant wrist. <br /> <br />the majestic snapp of a <br />skillcraft number two pencil, <br />causes vowel harmonies to break <br />against phonetic boundries. <br /> <br /> breaking pencils like breaking <br />bread is for the holy and misgiven.<br /><br />nathan martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pressure-point/
