Aurora, bore me Alice
fled from my responsibilities
with a stolen smile
and a London overcoat
sickly sweet surrenders and citron martinis
just another Armageddon Wednesday
gaunt debutante sambas
your salsa burns baby
where I go
will you follow
me to show
me all I
can never know?
grandfather of no one
miasma of that great era
it tears at tears and fears
forests of folly fending famished
fiends of fire
hydrochloric acid words
educate my body in your ways
I am feeble and scrambled
like a short wave under water
running a hustle, bustle
slinging my game out on
the chained gang
I am so very upset about the abuse
candy corn and pop rocks
I come to at Halloween
with a headstone heartbeat
and a casket soft chin
corner the coroner in the culling
coming constantly close to craving
choices of clementine cremation
I understood, standing under
the bridge, unabridged
association with my location
coo coo for Cocoa Puffs
although I like the vampire better
why so cereal? All this talk
of Syria forced thoughts serial
killer milk murdering my breakfast
all those little pieces drowning
in the blessings that were promised
It’s a vivid sheen, gangsta lean
manic and mean, know what I mean?
I torch the LZ and burn
all in front of me
smoke and roar
like that dragon whore
revelations
adaptations
empty flaccid permutations
cobwebbed in my head
drum up some sum
as I eat dim sum
spun up and done
46 22 17 and 5
I don’t know what the numbers mean
all of this written verbal masturbation
is helping to keep me alive
I am not poetry
poetry is me
I am not poetry
poetry is me
I am not poetry
poetry is me
I am not your answer
but the question?
aye, maybe
You had me at Aurora, bore me Alice. Fuuuhhhh, this is a brilliant piece! ❤
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Hahaha I was so going to write the same Kindra. Freaking awesome. So glad I checked for other comments first!!
Seriously Mr OP, be careful with such killer first lines, I’ll mindlessly like the whole thing. Fortunately, I’m not (quite) that superficial. But I am literally drinking a delicious coffee right now, so maybe that’s why. 💚💚💚
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Gaaah! Vanessa! That’s funny. 🙂 Seriously, though, this poem is the bomb!
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Ugh no kidding.
And funny, makes me feel like I want to see the northern lights, well, even more so. Meet you guys there in spirit. 🙂
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It’s my dream to see the Northern Lights!
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I would so love to too!
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Absolutely
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❤🙏
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💜
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🙌, thank you Vanessa, I’m glad you had coffee for this one
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🙂
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Thanks Kindra 🙏❤
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You’re welcome, my friend. 🦄
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A dazzling read Olde Punk, with layers of meaning that I want a decoder ring for
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Thanks ⛅, happy Monday ❤
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Olde Punk/RamJet Poetry
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Such amazing writing and what Kindra said, you had me at the first line. ❤
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Thanks Aakriti 🙏❤
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This is great! Love it 🙂
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Thank you!🙏❤
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❤
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You are definitely a work of poetry!!
Dwight
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Thank you Dwight! As are you my friend 🍻
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Like a refugee fleeing
the promised land
floating on forbidden sand
I find you to be
Poetry most grand
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I really appreciate your kind rhyme my friend 🙏
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