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Inferno Arizona. 10 am. I pick at once frozen french fries Stare at stove with no thought. No thoughts of no thought. Then the phrase "Death On A Dreary Brook" Slips out from the subconscious. And I am unsure of the definition of Dreary And I am not sure that Brook Is really a word I look up the definitions Dreary:dull.bleak.lifeless. Brook:a small stream. Alright... Who put those words in my head? What wants me to know what about what? I take a slug of hot black coffee Rub my small hands upon my Chewed up face I do it all like coffee hot small face Are real things Like trivial mouth sounds can Shelter me from the definite terror Of undefinite existence You can cling to your words And pretend they mean something Death on a dreary Brook. Words mean nothing Black crows trapped In pitch dark caves For eternity.
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Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 12:59 PM UTC
Death On A Dreary Brook
Inferno Arizona. 10 am. I pick at once frozen french fries Stare at stove with no thought. No thoughts of no thought. Then the phrase "Death On A Dreary Brook" Slips out from the subconscious. And I am unsure of the definition of Dreary And I am not sure that Brook Is really a word I look up the definitions Dreary:dull.bleak.lifeless. Brook:a small stream. Alright... Who put those words in my head? What wants me to know what about what? I take a slug of hot black coffee Rub my small hands upon my Chewed up face I do it all like coffee hot small face Are real things Like trivial mouth sounds can Shelter me from the definite terror Of undefinite existence You can cling to your words And pretend they mean something Death on a dreary Brook. Words mean nothing Black crows trapped In pitch dark caves For eternity.
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ray-suarez
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 12:59 PM UTC
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