orangecat bluebandanna Poems

hollow....

who pretended to listen to me?
who really never listen to me? who thought it where jokes of what matter to me.
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I want to bring you back home.
L a y in the f l oo r be d
Watch the p u r p le house
In the wi n do w
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To:


Birds
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Sit
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I was sitting
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light spot in the wall, omitting a bereft glow behind a
Cardboard painting (goggle eye arbitrary rectangles)
Dried lump of clay, candle ameliorate the blackness,
Precipitously growing paranoid. Blindness, rodent infest, grimy bed maggots,
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Stretches of clouds crawl across the chromatic horizon, the sun slowly dips behind scattered sky scrappers, dwindling rays of light reflects off windshields and bicycle helmets.
The night is falling slowly as everyone rushes to get home.
Imperious horns are sounded from the locomotion of traffic, children giggle and waling while running through the little space of playgrounds left in the cement jungle with the last breath of energy for the day, sidewalks with roller blades and rubbish and homeless entertainers; worn out people shouting, waiters of restaurants, bellhops of hotels, and aggressive bouncers of clubs scurry about preparing for drunks and other clientele. Hums from neon signs slowly beckon a drink or a bite to eat or a seat.
Heavy thumps of muffled house beats, clips of doors opening and slamming.
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Montane buildings, cracked roads, turtle moving vehicles
No laces on my boots, callous pathways,
Meet me at the bridge, then lead me to the deciduous valley,
boreal angiosperms direct us,
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You’re a snake
Escaped,
pebbles along the wet clay.
On the slate rocks,
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