And full of fossil fuels.
of bony bleak
and ivory teeth in fountains,
tearing
streams of empty noise
and hollowed screams on picket boards.
The lost girl,
alone along the pavement strolls,
looks up,
in red and plastic sailors cap
and wild eyed
wondered
disingenuousness.
Her meager shoulders,
little bird,
her brittle boney ribs.
She’s never warm,
but shatters lost,
like powdered ice in drops of magic,
curls
up like the little girl.
she is no more.
She laughs wildly at the misty sun.
And wets her eyes
in endless loops
and swirls of precious time.
In feverous dreams of endless youth and entities.
The night is dark
And full of fossil fuels.
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29 May 2023 at 15:32
heerlijke muziek voor uw hoofd. Buiging.
7 June 2023 at 03:38
🤗 Ik wist niet dat je zo’n goede dichter bent.