A Comic Strip Story
March 13, 2013 § 5 Comments
Banality screams
from the center outward
not outward in an inward direction to the center
like they sell on the supermarket shelves
that’s not authentic
the real stuff is you
me & us all rolled
up like an egg roll
there’s only one layer
and its easy to bite through
but even at your favorite
restaurant you don’t know
what all they put in in the middle
until you stick half of it
in your mouth
our movement is like a comic book
where frame to frame we
are in completely different
poses and places sometimes too
there is no in between no
fluidity, no chi, no breathe
just poses fists and BAM
no swing
just POW
which explains the look
of shock on your face when I
make my move you
never saw it coming
that’s why it works for me
** originally part of the the Untitled Series
The Reflection Pool 
A Comic Strip Story is the perfect title for this one!
It was hard to hear but I am glad that I did. Thanks and thanks for stopping by!
Why hard to hear?
The connotations of the definitions, I could only hear ones that did not fit.
Well, you defined them quite well.