ReductionA Poem by dukovanconceptual beings, as things, as me.
Coming up lucky
Coming up dutch. Growing up early, growing up clutch Coming down dirty cleaning up as such. hot water and rinsing never quite enough. An unchecked forecast, I needed as much. To reduce what I know, from what I don't and so it goes. So it goes on and on until it grows, "is something wrong? I hope nothing is wrong. I know I'm lucky, its early, the Dutch's to the right of you. This socialist never needed much, but his dad proclaims "in god you must.." Thats when we started thinking. Anti matter, it doesn't matter, the patterns in weather, or whether or not i care today. We'll see. Capital idea, minus the capital. A total collapse of self. Inside, you'll need the help. How can I help? Tomorrow we'll clean our rooms. Tomorrow, I'll see you soon. © 2013 dukovan |
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Added on November 26, 2013 Last Updated on November 26, 2013 |