Kostas Lagos Poems

Let me for the voltures food to be

since her eyes aren't glowing for me
...

Every

New morning
...

I'm a viral vicarious virus vicar

Or a kindly kicking kindling kicker
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Some people say I drink a lot

But I reply "certainly I do not"
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She was dreaming in her tent...

To be carried by the wind like a leaf...
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The fountain of youth
I have found
I drank and drank
until I could drink no more
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Her
sweetest kiss
like tarantula's bite
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Back to the surface

leaving behind
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Everybody knows

He's a ridiculous man
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The

winter sky
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