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Wrote this while learning web design, hence the cascading sheets as metaphor for the set patterns that govern human relationships in this case negati..
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Stillness and boredom
make me apprehensive.
The nicotine creates
a familiar chaos,
momentarily numbing my mind,
weaving a spider..
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Without you, every conversation would be like a game
Without a referee.
Without you, I’d get lost in paper perspective readings,
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I took a walk down a street
Ina sexless world.
Genderless nineteenth century
Flaneur pedigree masses
Parading hormone scraped social..
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You sycophantic institutes,
Chthonic demi-gods in Sunday hats.
You parade us for outdoor pick nicks
And we gonna party like its 1984.
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Mine is a tubular rosa dentate
In which sometimes you find hollow bones.
Sometimes you find sanctuary
like a serpentine’s pen..
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Part of a series of poems on the nature of the mind.
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Listen with your mind
The mind is a master puzzle maker and obliterator.
Taking essence and disseminating it on soap boxes,
In the hinter..
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The death of the Buddha
whose life I have lived vicariously.
He has sat there in his
primus position atop scriptures of borrowed books .
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I find myself tired of tropes
Of all kinds.
Female tropes,
Male tropes,
God tropes,
Tropes of you and I.
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