Nonsense and beloved lowlifes
nightly surrealism
poetry from laughter
heads are mingling with aether
eternal outsiders
from now, and hereafter
inject the beauty
bleed and smile
map stars blindly
cry for a while
and let go
where child is man
withering is to die
mainlining history of nonsense
seemingly empty,
earthly justified
injected by beauty
blood and smiles
mapping stars blindly
crying for a while
and letting go
and my cold cuts from past,
is wagging tongues overboard
I'm smoking slim cigarettes
my world is stoned,
my world is coal
Poetry by theo
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Written on 2006-08-13 at 03:11
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