Mistranslationz & The Burlesque
One Minute Burlesques
Choking on splinters
of too many
thoughts I scribble blind—
no form,
just fury.
A one-minute burlesque
of convulsive beauty
a sanctuary
where lines twitch
and shapes jerk,
black and white on brown
beating the paper—
a crooked grin
a twisted body—
a one minute scribble
blind
A fixed explosive
free.