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John Koroko May 2016
Black sludge streams down your wall
Windows are shattered, masking tape
More blonde hair and blue eyes
Medication in pale skin
Drift nowhere in empty silence
Cover every track
A professional
Smokescreen via cigarette
John Koroko May 2016
She read me a poem
On her bed
We kept our clothes
But I was sure
We had made love
John Koroko Apr 2016
Pitiful Punks
Pustules on Perfect
John Koroko Apr 2016
I want to live in a garden
And sleep in a hammock
A silent observer in my little ecosystem
Spiders will take care of mosquitoes
As I drink myself into a stupor
Communing with the birds

I will pass peacefully
My garden will consume me
The remains will feed my favourite tree

I want to be a garden.

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