Max Kuvaev

Adult Conspiracy

at morning i stare at the walls
at evening i gaze at the stars
at night i just sleep in my bed
or sit in my kitchen instead

at morning i think of you
at evening i think of you too
at night i just sleep in my bed
or sit in my kitchen instead

at morning i wait for the night
at evening i wait for the night
at night i can sleep in my bed
or sit in my kitchen instead

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Poem Edited: Tuesday, November 11, 2008

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Comments about Adult Conspiracy by Max Kuvaev

  • Chuck Petz (2/6/2009 9:04:00 PM)

    Great stuff Max! It reads like Alduous Huxley stoned on Franz Kafka.

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  • Joseph Poewhit (11/11/2008 9:21:00 AM)

    Cold outside it gets complicated - read

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