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you
long dead
eyes gleaming
flint
steel so clever
or at least
that's what I pretend
what do you think? what do you think of my scratchings
in the dirt
my slivers of glass that
stab my fingers
so insistently
splinters
the worst, they are the
worst
and yet
you will smile
or frown maybe
something, though, I think
there would definitely
be something
I began
and then I stopped
so unprepared
for the bonechill
of your frothy humanity
warm-pie precision
a constant
confusion
paper torn
halfway down
is it one
or two?
I think you know,
don't you?
I want to know
so badly
what you might
think
would you laugh
at my sleepy
little
eyes
and my
crooked little fingers
stumbling insistently?
a poor student
naked in the heat
scrounging around for something to honor you with
and finding
uncertainty
as well as warmth
long dead
eyes gleaming
flint
steel so clever
or at least
that's what I pretend
what do you think? what do you think of my scratchings
in the dirt
my slivers of glass that
stab my fingers
so insistently
splinters
the worst, they are the
worst
and yet
you will smile
or frown maybe
something, though, I think
there would definitely
be something
I began
and then I stopped
so unprepared
for the bonechill
of your frothy humanity
warm-pie precision
a constant
confusion
paper torn
halfway down
is it one
or two?
I think you know,
don't you?
I want to know
so badly
what you might
think
would you laugh
at my sleepy
little
eyes
and my
crooked little fingers
stumbling insistently?
a poor student
naked in the heat
scrounging around for something to honor you with
and finding
uncertainty
as well as warmth
Literature
Largesse
Imagine spraying the donation box grey,
Making it a gravestone and
Bow as if to pray;
But instead inscribe "He gave generously"
On the face of Paternoster square.
Remember to strip the cube clean,
Don your human skin
And bring our carrion
Luggage to be picked apart upon arrival.
The crows would like us to queue at gate nine,
And fill our pockets with cash,
Diplomatic immunity works well, so
We'll be patient until we crash.
The Empire of the Crow is a devious place,
So please remember, Sir, to keep
Antebellum in mind, we can't maintain this pace.
Literature
reach
i.
don't whisper secrets
to raindrops, they'll
only betray you,
one day they'll crash down,
and everybody
will know.
(never trust, never love).
ii.
i was soaked in rain, and you
were soaked in regrets, and
we are all strangers
in a way.
(when we don't know what to say,
we talk about the weather).
and we are useless and torn, like scrap metal
waiting to be recycled. but don't
let the shame linger,
don't
erase us.
Literature
Ghosts
Night time musings;
hollow-eyed and shallow-breathed,
filling the spaces between clouds.
Quivering shadow skin
And there are voices in the dark,
lost sighs and weight upon whisper;
but, we are all whispers here.
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aahh... the imagery. You evoke imagery so well!