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AwkWardMorning Harpy Dreams PoeTry
tinglingus pluckety
p l
u c k thee
psalteries
all of a dischord
harmony, a
blowblow blow to-th'brain
drippingus,
~~drugpooms recreated for medicine, or[a]
mendicant mourning po'em[of]druggery~~
blandishment of longlive tongues
calling
a fcknfool 'home' when there
ain't
any[no]home t'be had for twilight years
twilit
w i t
neon indifference,
all
blinky colorful'n'shit,but no
body
there for to put his
lovey love
to anykinda
tolerable pur'pose or personable poe
try,
nor offering thee elders a
light'heartening
exit,
finish, ending
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Published 2nd Oct 2013
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2nd Oct 2013 11:14pm
Ah but the music of it is enough. Endings are fictions just for show. Sun comes up and it's like the poem needs to be writ all again. Like I said the music was enough.
3rd Oct 2013 2:55am
