meaningless is
our universe
cozy i am
on the other hand
more than the sun
i wrote this poem
for digesting
or my brain
gets sad
a little boy in a small town
throwing rocks
to see the universe
my skull without glasses
could call me four eyes
and who knows
if my dad would shout
i am shouting
far from every heavened
spirit
in the forest
i look like
my own voice
about to die
but unlove
or be built
for the rest of time
i am trying to party
before i read the poem i would like to say, nice title.
ReplyDeleteby poem i meant cutlass?
ReplyDeletea mean cutlass
ReplyDeletethis is what i imagined cutlass would be more like in the beginning (tho both ways are good); niiice
ReplyDeletei feel i should explain i mean i find this one more directly derivative yet breathed alive by a unique voice;
ReplyDeleteniiice
i guess the other ones have been pretty good at that too lately i'm going to stop typing on the internet now
ReplyDeleteagreed
ReplyDeletePreeeetty sharp cutlass there.
ReplyDeletei like this a lot
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