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dark sky -
shimmering lights
below

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lake in the road -
all clouds, they shake
under tires load

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life solution -
so crammed to live
in a single drop

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fleedom

you wanna be free?
so be free, my friend
free all caged birds
feed them all absurds
so they soar the sky
so high until blend
into cloud's white glee

flee, flee then, just flee
flee away from them
wings they beat, wings jerk
flying they aim turd
a shitstorm comes by
nothing goes as planned
when our thoughts fly free

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climbing stairs alone -
one misstep, rushing downhill
chill climbs up the bone

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shadow legs grow tall -
to horizon golden path
lies ahead sunset



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fine weather withers
away yellow leaves - leaves way
for green ice cinders

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tires the night tread -
tirelessly rolling instead
of sleeping on bed

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deep into the well
a silver coin fell: the wall
hit a sliver bit

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a car parks for oil
black blood flooding life back -
blood back from red soil

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funny

seen elsewhere

splotch of yellow
hangs high in the deep blue -
sun-smeared noon

rain forests down -
tree drops on ash and smoke
the sky overcloud

shining in the sky
neither star nor firefly:
love on an errand

Somehow
as the sun goes down
so go my eyes
Looking cold ice
And fresh
Upon the reflex
Sunshine makes
On the lake bed

touching the keys
unlocks poetry from words
- piano music -

the living dead

a poem is like a virus
neither living nor dead
it doesn't move
it doesn't breath
under heaps and heaps
of earthen material
under tons of rotten dust
all wrapped up
in crumbling yellow pages
it awaits

it then spreads
as soon as you touch it
it still doesn't breath at all
but it inspires you
and then disseminates

. . .

a poet is like a zombie
neither living nor dead
it moves but goes nowhere
its breath, long taken away
under heaps and heaps
of dead poet corpses
under tons of rotten dust
all wrapped up
in ragged yellow pages
babbling and gushing non-sense
it awaits

it then awakes
as soon as it smells
your fresh brain
it's inspired by your fear
but one bite suffices
and it disseminates
then all the babbling and gushing
starts to make sense

a slow day begins
and the blankets are heavy:
the sun behind clouds

I score yet I lose:
another ball of paper
into the wastebin

language and tongue
boy employs on a sunda(e/y):
works an ice-culpture