Loveless Are the Romantics
...If I took my heart out of its cage
you would think: "ah offal, just meat,
fresh blood if I eat it quickly."
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Crazily, you call 'need' love,
you're crazed, heartless,
a cannibal, a crippled dog...
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Categories:
landslip, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The Sound of Falling Rocks
...Months piled up on themselves,
became a road block.
I can still hear
the sound of falling rocks.
I am concussed by the years.
Bought a pair of new sneakers,
bought a wristwatch that counts st...
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Categories:
landslip, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Art of the Possible
...Across the Pond vetocracy makes the usual gridlock look more dangerous than any noisy
radio shockjock as this side of the mill Pond the 'Mother of Parliaments' that if it was would
make the scand...
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Categories:
landslip, political,
Form: Prose Poetry