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Leon Sander Sep 2015
Ungratefully declining,
Throught a hundred ways,
Passing Over a thousand of opportunities
-Trying to Leave Pointless Passion Behind-
The missing-links putting my mind at ease,
Oppening a Ditche in me
The hunch I've been here alreaydy

Still feeling the drudging soul growing
Humanity is Smoldering
The cocoon, still could  Hatch

Hitting, After years of wandering
In hazy gream, Miscarrying,
Erring throught Dusty Gloom,
The odd Feeling to Smack a Hatching
Foreboding some Ending
Mateuš Conrad May 2017
not until you have felt erotical goosebumps
running through your body with the northern wind,
a may so called it could awaken you
skeleton to prance, outside your body...
                  such cold of
a spring...
             but such that there is any eroticism
in that sensation? in that
               springtime cold?
                and that there is such a "thing"?
it almost feels like the antidote
to the western concept of
                  st. thomas' gospel
and the nag hammadi
                   entries...
          you want a "*** change"?
o earth, yawn and take these
poor souls to their graves,
but sacrifice their lot, not,
                   for the living next;
of those that ask: and what of the children
to come?
                   are we all really bore
people whether we grow a beard?
         and don unapproachable ideas?
what's that? is that even fashionable
                       these days?
cougar mama! what now? what now?
dunno... grow a beard and start
deeming yourself a philosopher,
    a vampire, a werewolf? huh? where who aloof?
as bad jokes go... that was a crusty pancake
of a joke, so don't mind it;
but i'm dead serious about
the cold of a may spring...
      it's not about the scent of flowers
suddenly oppening and going all
  berserker with an opulence of scents...
which could make anyone into
                a psilocybin-induced viking warrior,
or so they say.
                         but it's the cold, it's the cold...
it's so ****** ****** in that it gives me
    goosebumps...
              geese      bim bim, bim    bá      tá        too?
                 alt.                                  ba(h)  ta(h) tow in two?
is this becoming a jewish joke?
           am i going to deep-fry some bread to get
a bagel out, as if i was scottish and deep-fried a slice of pizza?
         come on!
             all i'm saying is that i find cold air ******,
    my ******* get hard, and i'm thinking about
            the hair on my abdoment and my eden region;
what's wrong with equating cold air
              with a "mild" form of eroticism?
kfaye May 2023
the split door
glazy
doe-eyed
as a []



standing on the train, no hand holds

zip ofthe doorline oppening like leggy
flow like salt and diamonds chiming intercom
chinese bell

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