Technique

The cup fills with water, your heart is full of emotions, transmute, transition, manifest, and take action, multiply by zero, bury it in snow, close your eyes, listen to the sounds around you, follow the signal, make an incision, pierce, pierce, stitch those wounds, and bandage it, clean and precise, like a white-haired swordsman, an experienced doctor, are you hungry for sex, then visit the dentist, as long as results are achieved, within the rules, the boundary, your prison, you can do what you want, but do your job, learn your lesson, built for the next life, feelings build up, the wheel turns, do you want to go out, hot goth girlfriend…

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Breathing the Air

I write poetry, it’s how I yearn, how I hunger, without it, I'm unsure if I'd even be able to eat, I'd have to work out or something, find a real job, get churned by the machine, money allows us, to do so much, but it takes so much, fresh and easy, breathe the air, taste the dew drops, it’s how I solve my problems, it flows outwards, I still exist, a lot of unsolvable problems, ripple and shake, just software problems…