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I was at the Habana show. I saw myself in the background. I’d point it out, but it was during my heavier days. Just look for the dark skinned guy with the weird gait, and heavy paunch. Who knows, maybe I’ll get down there again this year.
Her bloody eye, cratered and full,
winked at us, then shut itself for what seemed hours.
What appeared to be a miracle
would have caused disorder within our ancestors
so long ago.
We ritualized our own sacrifice,
knowing that lack of sleep
would rob us of our humor
to witness this special event.
Worth it to be grumpy
considering three hundred years can pass
before future lifeforms find themselves
awake at 5 in the morning,
openly wondering about their antecedents’ archaic rituals and customs.
~Edward Austin Robertson
Real Spit.
Dirty Window Pane Poetry - An Experiment
Disclaimer* All Things I write are subject to artistic creation.
I’ve never gutted anyone nor has anyone gutted me.
I don’t feel all that much on this, as you gut me of intestines.
Sprawled out on your couch I could use a real inspiration.Are you one of those new waves?
You know the type that don’t crash at all;
They just keep on going towards nothings
Fizzle out afraid to hit the shore!It’s a tragedy; The only people diving in are jokers.
All the intelligent fools are jaded
They didn’t like how the feelings made them hurt
So they brush them off and learn to love the cold.
There’s a fire in here and they hover by the stove.I’ve always been so foolish,
Rash decisions to a dead head
Say baby, damn it’s cold outside!
Let that freeze chill into the bark on the trees,
You’re skin can take hits…
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