Rob Knetsch Poems

it is with all the water
of this planet earth
collecting all the ones
coming together as one
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it's striking how
while asleep
this temporary
minddesigned
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he is the most scrupulent
the utter most scripulent
almost the most intelligent
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this junk
addicted to the needle, the powder, the drink
a sad soul, a lonely soul, a dying soul
lost it all
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is it true
is this the truth
is this what truth could be
is this what truth could be telling
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this pig
this malepig
sit on this pig
sit on the back of
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while sitting on this bench
watching them passing by
sunlight reflecting in their eyes
talking to each other while
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he lives alone
he lives alone for as long
as he can remember
he lives in this house
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after all these years
of knowing each other
spending time together
talking with each other
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a body
so gullible
easily deceived
manipulated
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