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Soon, the Air: Sleep Funk Phase

drowning
in fountains of learned ink
and lit keys

Lost and flailing...

Did it ever matter?

nobody would even notice
if sunlight goes black,
hidden behind sleeping will.ows
muffled by snores
and striped-barked trees

stifled pattern
viewed through stubborn lashes,
through discolored eyes

Soon,, the air




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Connie Marcum Wong

June 21, 2017 at 2:49 PM

Hi Nikko, we live in such an automated world. Your poem reminds me of a Picasso. I enjoyed your play on words, the lit keys, and the feeling of winding down in a too fast paced world. Funny I was just thinking of writing a poem about living in this computerized world as I tap, tap, checked my cell for any text messages left while I was asleep. You need sleep too, I can imagine. I hope you are well my friend? Haven't heard from you in a long time. Hugs xxoo

Funom Makama

June 17, 2017 at 9:54 AM

Hello friend. Its been a while. LORD! This is just vintage you! Excellent, Awesome and a master in this covetous craft of writing. Keep on flowing the ink of your mind. A 7 for sure.

Andrea Dietrich

May 22, 2017 at 6:44 PM

How I too wish you could write more, sweetie. Thanks so much for seeing my lake poem!!

Andrea Dietrich

May 21, 2017 at 7:39 PM

well. GOOD you ended on a note of optimism with AIR, Sweetie. I really enjoy when you write and I can come see one of your poems like THIS one. Loved the images of striped-barked tree and if sunlight goes to black!! STubborn lashes. That's our NIKKO!!

Kabuteng P.Ink K.

May 22, 2017 at 10:08 AM

Hello, Andrea! Thank you for reading :)! Hmmm, now that you mention it, it's making me want to add a part 2 to this, wherein there's actually no escaping it, with the polluted air just suffocating and then we all--doiinks, ok I am kidding (or maybe not) ...seriously though, I am glad you liked the imagery here, thank you again for dropping by, your enthusiasm in reading this is kinda contagious. How I do wish I can write more though.

Tim Smith

May 7, 2017 at 1:42 PM

I would notice...love your poem Nikko

Kabuteng P.Ink K.

May 9, 2017 at 7:44 PM

Hi Tim, thank you for passing by and for reading... I guess this one can have sone weird thoughts, was really sleepy when I typed this...Hope you have a good week ahead :)

Soon, the Air: Sleep Funk Phase

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