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saorla Oct 10
39 to forest hills
My feet don’t touch the ground
Back center
I’ve never had this perspective  
Everyone in front of me
Me in front of everyone
He’s doing the word search
It’s not the first time
Page by page
I think I’ve seen him before
Doing the same thing
Repetition
Page by page
Page by page
saorla Feb 2018
the birds wept,
for their home was
crashing down before them.
nests ablaze.
the sickening cries of their young
filled the air.
surrounded,
engulfed.
memories of the old willow tree,
the green ferns. (oh how green they were)
fields of daisies and petunias.
an unexpected, yet beautiful pairing.
all of this,
these beautiful things,
swept away as if they never occurred.
never existed.
the sweet sounds of laughter replaced with
deafening cries for help.
the field mice who had once resided beneath a great oak
now ran for their lives.
how could this be?
a world once full of peace,
now a living hell?

life isn't always as it seems.
what we once thought was,
may turn into something
greater.
whats greater may not be good.
great can be evil, cruel.
lies lead downwards.
the greediness of man.
the owl is said to be wise,
is that always correct?

we cannot trust.
to trust means to love.
to respect.
when we trust,
this is what happens.
the willow tree burns,
field mice run,
and the birds,
the birds,
they weep.
saorla Oct 10
In queer studies. Miss Chief Eagle *******.
Comparison.
Washington.
Queering.
I’m breaking out.
I don’t like how thin the soles of his shoes are.
saorla Oct 10
A green suit today
More on the invention of homosexuality
The markers are not dry
Sub culture
My shoe is heavy and my desk is too small
saorla Oct 10
Very tired
Couldn’t regulate my body temperature
Rain and wind and cats
The Holdovers
Holding-over
saorla Oct 10
Russian Caravan is like rolling tobacco
Can’t drink it
Smell it
You’ll see

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