i know there are a whole lot of rules and regulations when you write - poetry
but blow it all out the window
and write like no one will ever read it

i walked in to my house and breathed an Adonic perfume
it was purely
old dying flowers
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i saw illuminance in the heavens
i looked out my back door and saw
drive in movies social distancing
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i could hear a great chorus
it was john butler
swaggin' in ochre red dirt
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freedom.
Freedom
i saw a goblet full of colour from a profound fruit descendant from the rose
it was wine
bargain basement
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one eyebrow ascended to the left
only one
and a slight grin to the right
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Freedom.
it can be simple
it can be hard

i like it elementary

with a broad smile at the end
.....

do it.
okay!
don't do it.
don't do anything at all?
do nothing.
nothing?


.....

violins play in the wind in the trees
and the bats sing while eating oranges
i lay still and listen
eyes closed
it's hot
and cold
but i won't move because if i do
i have to wake up
eyes closed






.....

remember?
your opulence
my starvation
no
of course not
i'd like to say i don't care
but i do
i sit in
and i will to your end
i am your opulence
and you are my starvation
it hurts like a cut in the kitchen
the sharper the blade
the less it hurts
but the more you bleed