My Life's Worth In Only So Many Words Poem by Polby Saves

Anathema To Myself

trying bad knew day think fight feeling know annoying lying time months tell like sure observe afternoon participant folds pass iron ask realization neck conversation pain poetaster tuesdays busy night lung sake sickness movies gets body reason turns incessantly awakens doesnt ones lifes gnashing try despondency
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Too Tired To Stay Awake Any Longer

saving shadowscasting abdomen leave verse sun comfort screaming stay lift forcing worthwhile sleep reciting sets written broken semismiled dysthmically movingriding supp uses help pieces poorly lied reading blunt fine returned groups refractory fiber eyes read word puts say absorb force detach message unnoticed died block clock wish possibly late aghast fear return chum caused daily involve thanks grandmotherly hope unheeded twice starve maya enthusiasm heard hunger comfortableness homeostasis

I'll Let My Dreams Have Their Way W/ Me....



Again

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I have been summed up by a jumbled cut and paste ala Bill Burroughs
Damn, This is all there is?


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