You may feel like you’re back
But you never left
Not at all
What feels like looping laps
Is but a heavily distracted crawl…
Tag: prolific nonsense propagator
All The Sports Cliché
Always play it smart on the floor, he said
So that even accidents yield
Better results
Shutting Doors
Living long enough
With suffice amount of
Entanglements within the same period
Teaches one to find meanings in how doors close
Depending on
How gentle the bolt gets tucked
The latch bore
On the Way Out
What happened was
In between ambiguities
Of original thought
And derivatives
This unpolished message
Slipped through the tongue
About to leave
So Go
How every year ends
The same way days went
With the burning urge to take that leap…
Slipped One In
But he slipped one in
Doze Zen
Smartly trained to feel tired every few hours
With no regard for activity’s momentum
The Opening
The opening was terse
Then came cramming the empty verse
Of an awareness
Suddenly shifting
Rekindled, and it Still Burns Bright
Trash
Trashed
And arcade money
When
The question that usually
Never gets an exact answer
Were you expecting to be where
But never knows when
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