Scenes and Whispers
I
It's simple really
I'll write every poem
about myself
II
Don't sit on park benches alone
they'd rather rot by themselves
III
a pee only becomes a piss
when you're mad and gotta let it go
dick out a shaking pants down,
I can't take credit for that one
just promise not to rest on the metro
IV
Revelations of today
look ridiculous in my notebooks
of yesterday, I pour milk
for the young in my sleep,
aged and warmed my bones for them
V
The sick leave the elevators unharmed
turn the swastikas into boxes
wrap my heart on their fingers
drag me into the next thought
Happy Endings
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