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yngvar-christensen
It's m y train coming And that's m y seat "Mind the gap" the speaker says In which my left leg now has dropped Coffea everywhere Fellow travelers helping me up Offering me the seat
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 4:31 AM UTC
The train
I banged my head on the shelf exactly half an hour after I´d taken an aspirin for my hangover. Didn´t feel a thing.
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May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 7:28 AM UTC
sometimes it all...
Poet, be not afraid. There are far worse things than Bad poetry. Keep writing; like a child keeps Drawing with the purest of Disregards to likeness. The more stones you turn, the more Gems you produce. The more ink you rain, The more gracious your written Children grow. All flexing builds muscle. Rough bricks form castles. Even Dalì carved canvases to shreds And started anew Not caring too much. Not caring Too much To keep painting.
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Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 4:48 AM UTC
Worse Things Than Bad Poetry