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Saturday, November 21, 2020

Spasmodic

Will you sing me a song?
I cannot sleep. I have tried,
don't take me for a fool
saying words, meaningless and cruel.
Meaning's lost when I close my eyes,
I cry when it gets dark,
I die,
and in my tiredness I lust
for life, yet my life in sleep abides.
Do you see my issue?

Damn it.

I say you're time, like the river
of crude lines, I shiver
at the bites I have been given
by Time's teeth, laughter brute
and simple.
The hours are stretching as a chord,
and I feel like it will snap.
When it does, will the days contract
and fall?
When the time passes through me
as I fail to pass it by,
sounds of ripping
flesh molesting my eyes
closed and mind alive,
will you hum a lullaby?
Angelica Bustle
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death,sex,sleep,song,time,tired
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Sandra Feldman 22 November 2020
All inclusive life, love, time, death. A gigantic poem that so much in it includes and that is written with such prolific and different surrealistic images, metaphors, sensations, one cannot forget! A magnificent work of poetic and communicative art!
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