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mothwasher
Poems
Jul 2020
my reincarnation as a treasured cup
my reincarnation is that of a treasured cup
i’m almost entirely certain that my death will play a role in the cup’s creation
whether it be the clay I molded my alien hitch hiking signs into
or its maker lays back and reads in a hammock the same hours I do
just half way around the world
once my soul has leaked and drained through hell’s piping system
and what’s left escapes through condensation
the clouds will carry me to a bazaar
where the ceramic painting class is struggling to use oils
with rainy weather
in ******* up the work of most attendees
several of them will hide me in backs of cupboards
until they move or my soul dies of dust
one, if god allow two
painted mugs
are repeatedly stacked with layers of sediment
coffee, *****
tea, *****
coffee
tea with *****
a cigarette accidentally
my father should feel proud to know
his son’s vices followed him through the afterlife
that i got a nice home
that i accepted leaving parts of my soul in old cupboards
(Dad), i didn’t mean to contact the aliens so recklessly,
and i feel like I have to get off my *** if i read too much
i’m sorry i thought smoking was non-conformist
you’re right, i lied a couple of times
it cost just as much integrity as you said it would
i know i will do much better as a treasured cup
#mug
#painting
#reincarnation
#dad
#aliens
#absurd
#sincere
#surreal
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