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chicken 2d
no one gets the magic


Down The Line.
chicken 2d
Walking, talking
Floating through the air
I’ve been a phantasm of myself
Since you’ve not been there
Bob hope and no hope
Of lovin’
Dreaming in the night
I wish we were at home again
Instead I've been floatin’ around in a fright
It’s never the same without you
and I can only say no to the rest
I can’t live without you but
As a phantasm I’m still doin’ my best.
Old lovers love song. I wrote before a similar title, probably not the same, can’t be arsed to find it but it’s different so this ones a part two. It might be a part three.. thrice loverz :D
chicken 7d
Street cat street cat
Alley cat
don't dally cat
She knows before anyone else does
Always on the ball
chicken Nov 18
Bryan has posted this on my page as a response to my post called a man that smells, so i am posting it here too.

She smelled like the dirt,
The deep rich of earth,
The water and the air,
The carbon and the mirth.

She looked like the sky,
Her head lifted high,
Clouds in her features,
Birds passing by.

She tasted like the stream,
The water cold and clean,
With the fauna and the falls,
She was all in between.

She sounded like the night,
The wisp of bats in flight,
The chirping of the crickets
Before the morning's light.

She felt like trees:
Strong, but in the breeze,
Swaying to the music
Only heard by me.
chicken Nov 18
he gave me silver
beneath the fullest of the moons
i began to repair
from deep within
right there as i stood
within the darkness of the night
having nothing to do with
a soul.
no soul night is a night when everything that is no longer necessary is cast aside and shed for good, a night where the worms and the slugs come out of the soil and move to another part of the soil, leaving space for something new, where souls are not something that one has, but only a human as a whole person without separate parts standing and declaring themselves as being so.
chicken Nov 11
He smells like ancient eternity
driving me wild
wrapped up in the quilt
like the pub and
the barrels
and the smoke
and the something else that
only science can explain.
A short story about a man that smells and it is beautiful. He is ****. he has self awareness and also understanding, and is undeniably, traditionally, himself.

**** version of “A Man That Stank”.
chicken Nov 11
He stank and wondered why
the people had regularly dispersed
upon his presence
and came up with the theory
that some plot to stop
him enjoying his life
was set up
by the world governments.
A short story about how a lack of self awareness and also understanding can lead to poor judgements that will change nothing.
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