Craig Kerm Poems

I live in a grave.
My deepest thoughts sleep
locked in my sarcophagus
which no one can unearth.
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At home in the park
where the black squirrels go.
Awake in a dream,
alone in the cold.
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Living in axiom.
Aristotle,
you devil.
I'm next with everything else.
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Of this last moment,
just thinking.
A transition
into dreaming.
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The illusion of fulfillment,
a cataclysm of movement.
I am King of the inevitable,
clutching at the controls
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People pass by
as i sit against the glass railing
in this technical building.
Their bodies swim through the air
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