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Celso Moskowitz Oct 2018
Everything is a bit dull sometimes,
and as I contemplate the absurd of existence
and the children die starving
in Africa,
and I write this on my iPad
and the dead
(still starving!)
children assemble another
in China
and another and another and another and another,

it all just seems to strengthen the message:
it is absurd,
and I'm an *******
for pointing it out
and laughing.

The circle, the circus
of moral one-uppers,
either by adhering or
rejecting
or merely observing
and commenting
on some fact,
ideology
is sickening twisted,
hypo
critical.

Why does it not all
end
in flames
like her eyes
or the lack of them?
Celso Moskowitz Sep 2018
We are
made of
ce
l l
s
yearning
freedom.
Celso Moskowitz Sep 2018
There will be
at least
one
person
to like this
poem.
Celso Moskowitz Sep 2018
They were talking
about their
respective
menstruations

like life,
they wait
for something
they don’t really
want,
and get really
mad
when they don’t
get it.
Celso Moskowitz Sep 2018
The cat
is scratching
at the door.

It wants
out.

So I wait,
enjoying the
despair,
power,
briefly,
before I open
it
and
it
leaps.

Why must
the gods
be the same
as me,
and why the ****
must they wait
so long?
Celso Moskowitz Sep 2018
The most
successful
love
story

is that
Love
is not
one.
Celso Moskowitz Sep 2018
They will tell you
nothing
and then say
you just don’t
get it.

And most of the times,
you will believe
them
for they have big
words
and big
names
and big
bank accounts
and big
wikipedia entries.

In some corner,
somewhere,
a soundless voice screams
meaning
to no one

the hands of the clock may stop,
the loneliness
never does.
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