Green tinged yellow on blue endless canvas
Flags flittering the nation of neutrality
Lung after lungful of horizon filled air
Where have the four am birds gone?
The neighbours are making coffee
A chicken is mid egg-laying
The swimming hole is beckoning
It whispers promises of baptisimal
Emerge once again pure fleeced
As if the blood stains can be rinsed
How else am I going to make the same mistakes?
Connect and forget, close but don't touch
Maintain a healthy boundary of insensitivity
This time be fucking normal
No one wants to see your mess
You have a lot to say for a fool
You think you help as you burn all you touch
Pyromaniacs anonymous does not exist
Be proud of your achievements
Celebrate the resistance of high carbon steel
It is the small things that count
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The word (a collection)
PoetryA collection of poetry. Short, longer. General, personal. Traditional and esoterical. Will add with time, as I sift through the random pile. Let me know if I accidentally double post anything :)
