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This is so weird and cynical like
cotton candy on the cement in the sun like
a melted pool of chocolate with nuts all around like
fragmented expletives showing your character like
a televison set loaded with stacked actors like
your living room with popcorn on the carpet like
that sweater that I purposely forgot in your closet like
a name on the lips of a dying man like
the man that says we gonna "share the land" like
a frozen dinner every night like
sharp words at the end of a fight like
a skull filled with emptiness like
your heart that you think is blessed.
1 Comments:
your poems always leave me with the feeling that I've only read the last page of a 500 page novel. like I know the conclusion but am missing the plot. I like it though...thought provoking as always. was it you who said that poetry is supposed to piss me off?
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