One day I swallowed three lumps of iodine
I choked, struggled to stay afloat
And on the river flowed.
And I swear
Sometimes, when I'm walking
To class, around school, in circles
Fire bites my heels
And everything evaporates
Leaving the salt which lisps
That nothing matters.
And refuses to return me to the earth.
I exhale dark purple smoke
Can't breathe it back in.
Isn't it a thrill to watch the spectacle?
Withdraw your helping hand?
Or am I really that invisible,
Alone with my royal cigarette?
Clench my teeth:
Chain the gates.
then I implode
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Anarchy
PoetryAnarchy. A swirl of topics: emotions, allusions to history, social issues... And somewhere in the maelstrom comes forth rhymes and prose. Note: If you can't be bothered to read all the poems (quite understandably), I've starred the better ones.
