#sss - Hello Poetry

Sleep. Seven-AM Smoke **** Shave Shower Street Shinning Sun Scrambled-eggs Steps Steps Steps Subway Steps Steps Steps Sit Work Work Work Smoke Work Work Work Sandwich Work Work Work Stop Swim Stretch Sauna Shower Something Sweet Smile Slow Stroll Soup Steak Some sips of wine Steps Subway Steps Steps Steps Sofa Some TV-Series Some random thoughts Smile Sleep.

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May 26, 2018

May 26, 2018 at 10:44 AM UTC

ako

Shloshim ve' Shalosh ("Thirty Three" in Hebrew)

Sleep. Seven-AM Smoke **** Shave Shower Street Shinning Sun Scrambled-eggs Steps Steps Steps Subway Steps Steps Steps Sit Work Work Work Smoke Work Work Work Sandwich Work Work Work Stop Swim Stretch Sauna Shower Something Sweet Smile Slow Stroll Soup Steak Some sips of wine Steps Subway Steps Steps Steps Sofa Some TV-Series Some random thoughts Smile Sleep.

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breakfast in the afternoon while dancing to a few a songs from the radio and the bugs skitter on saliva that sits on the porch, she yells. ''TOO LATE'' door slams and a picture falls from the wall and shatters into 17 pieces leaving other fragments of wood. I hear cars screeching outside as oil cascades onto the boardwalk. an old lady is rubbing her thigh and flicking her neck from the previous hour's injection. I have yet to watch that show. some guy wants my number but he has a fiancé and she thinks I look strange in my green overalls. van gogh was a kind man. I have got other errands. my thumb Is protruding and the index still thumps sometimes from when I sliced a good portion at work-- never compensated. still walking on hot rocks and still recycling newspapers. still eating from tin cans on the dresser that I got for 3 cents in the 1930's. have yet to read a book I've liked for some time. still trying to make sense. still writing. still breathing and pretending i'm a messiah. still awaiting the crucifixion

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Jun 5, 2017

Jun 5, 2017 at 4:24 AM UTC

Embers

the crucifixion

breakfast in the afternoon while dancing to a few a songs from the radio and the bugs skitter on saliva that sits on the porch, she yells. ''TOO LATE'' door slams and a picture falls from the wall and shatters into 17 pieces leaving other fragments of wood. I hear cars screeching outside as oil cascades onto the boardwalk. an old lady is rubbing her thigh and flicking her neck from the previous hour's injection. I have yet to watch that show. some guy wants my number but he has a fiancé and she thinks I look strange in my green overalls. van gogh was a kind man. I have got other errands. my thumb Is protruding and the index still thumps sometimes from when I sliced a good portion at work-- never compensated. still walking on hot rocks and still recycling newspapers. still eating from tin cans on the dresser that I got for 3 cents in the 1930's. have yet to read a book I've liked for some time. still trying to make sense. still writing. still breathing and pretending i'm a messiah. still awaiting the crucifixion

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Thousand formless threads lull tides in one who keeps such webs of restless peaks.

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Apr 29, 2020

Apr 29, 2020 at 2:23 AM UTC

tbecks

wind on the bank

Thousand formless threads lull tides in one who keeps such webs of restless peaks.

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