Michael Witkowski Poems

Swim among those many
i see two known faces on bodies
which accompanied me here
he sulks- shields his emotions
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If Kendrick meets Itha, every day
would you say he loves her?
Someone unknown made up that
convention which behavoir becomes
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Miss Shlabee stormed
the weather in her castle
a grandloquent capricious matter
with brigs in turrets and
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I am scared by the fire
I am scared by my self
i- whose force unknown
may drag this hand into the red
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This floor under my back
it touches me in few spots
a cushion it can be- as
i lie staring at the ceiling
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Walked from kitchen
To bedroom, garden
To bath- remembrance
Slipped into alien
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Disentangle myself
Jerk at my tendons
Stabs in my selfness
My room - stabs, cuts
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Something missing
and i do not feel
like writing
this hurt inside
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Empty floor aroun-
beats pelt my ear
a human fixture of this
inventory here raises
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Laurel wears my head
Sesame gilts my sweaty
countenance
Thus i breach the world
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