abrasive wind
doesn’t differentiate between
what deserves to stand
and what deserves to be crushed;
carried away by the elements;
lost?
I run -
an Andalusian dog
away from the revelations
of the chaos of reality of my life of my brain of my feelings
of perceptions that can somehow turn out to be
horribly inaccurate
Oh, Inverted World
I can bother myself with clichés -
familiar questions of purpose,
future, the grand scheme of things
instead I busy myself
with the apparent importance of the lit
cigarette in my hand,
reading obscure philosophy
and buying its characters breakfast,
inviting pain into my life
it replaces conflict
which replaces fear
which substitutes hatred
which implies…
Comments
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HAAA..Thank you lass.....
ya all pass me that bottle..................
the guy below....pheeew...
very condescending......
have you read his stuff....
it stinks.....
i really liked this little gypsy.....
this makes you kind comment on my work valued ten fold...
knowing what a fine writer you are.
Bless your heart lass,
Liam
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you've gotten better.
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