05.02.2022
20:58
we are still before / we are still after / the day unravels its presence like a naked fly/belly round from all the night whispers / fists clenched to a hard sunrise / time and space are generally accepted / as a concept but still / we are after nothing / from the balcony the dream of a cigarette is not yet / displaced / from the balcony the many gossiping women / hang like colons from the very beginning / to the end / still we are before all words the soaked tampon on the sofa / forgotten for another rhythm / still the men carry two uneven weights / on their shoulder / one for the hour that is never fully realized / one for the crack in the sidewalk /slinging into the right margin / beyond the dust whirls pierced by a ripe evening sun
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words don't come that easy.
PoetryI've tried. but i've always failed to contain these thousand words in a few sentences, maybe im bad at expressing macro feelings in the few words that I'm limited to. you might think you know me enough because it's been a long time since i first wav...
