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NO CHANCE An older piece combining poem with image.
NO CHANCE OF A BEGINNING
GARDEN TINKERING
WATCH A BUTTERFLY
TRY
TO
OCCUPY
A SETTLED SPACE IN TIME
FINE
IF WE COULD ONLY SATISFY
OUR LIVES WITH PRESENT OCCUPATION
NOT KNOW THE LIE OF EVERYTHING
YES, EVERYTHING
DISHONESTY, A DEEP FRUSTRATION
EVEN WHEN WE FALL IN LOVE WITH LIFE AGAIN
RECOGNISE, ENJOY A MOMENT OF SENSATION
SUCK IN NECTAR
FEED ON SCENTED AIR
FEEL WITH HAIR ANTENNAE
THE FLOWERS OF EVERYWHERE
THE UNDULATIONS OF A FORCE BEFORE
OUR SEPARATION
ALWAYS YESTERDAY
THE SADNESS OF MATURITY
MEMORY OF THE BOY
MELON MAN
WHEN YOUR SEED BEGAN
YOU SUCKED ENTHUSIASM
PRESSED AT LIVING
BUT SOON
THE JUICE RAN DOWN
HARDENED INTO RESIN
AND LITTLE BEADS OF BROKEN JOY
FORMED TOKEN TEARS OF MELANCHOLY
OUTSIDE, THE BENCH,THE
FLUTTERING TREE WE TALK AT LENGTH
,PASSIONATELY ABOUT A THIRD PERSON WHAT DID WE NEARLY SAY? SINGULAR, TENSE, PRESENT IN THE FIRST PERSON. THE MOMENT GONE NO LITTLE MARKS ON. TWO TIMID BIRDS AWAITING A QUOTATION ".................................
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I AM THE POEM THE POEM IS ME PRESENTING A FORM THAT TRIES TO CONVEY THE NOTHING I AM IS SOMETHING TO SAY pigadog work in progress | ||||||
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