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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 572017126a 126a156

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Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 6/21/2017 2:49:00 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

Date: 6/17/2017 9:54:00 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

Date: 5/22/2017 6:44:00 PM

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

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 5/21/2017 7:39:00 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.
Date: 5/22/2017 10:08:00 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

Date: 5/7/2017 1:42:00 PM

I would notice...love your poem Nikko

Kabuteng P.Ink K.
Date: 5/9/2017 7:44:00 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 :)