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over the eyes
beautiful vacancies
and folded hands

our true home
land of inanimate flesh
gray skin
in sunken grave beds
and operas
theater of mice
while tumbled hair still grows

we are already dead
waiting for the burning barge necropolis; to
shuttle seas raven
vanishing point

age; a slow erasure
the mind still wreathed into the torrents of life
morals transmute into desires lost
every inhalation
a going going gone

the only savage kisses;
crypt tongues slow unwinding

with the allusions of a destiny
by niggling chatter
and the price of a chicken while
bathing in a tide pool abyss
of inked black teas
i hold fast
losing steps
a worn animal, waiting
till sanctuary comes

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I get to have another look at this side of you. You lose nothing in the transition from extreme and graphic sexual content to the gloom of a drudgered life. [I made that word up; drudgered], but I think you can figure out how I came up with that word. Yes, we all come to the concluson, that we will not last forever and think often of what was; while we wait for the sanctuary of forgetfulness. As per usual, you thread words with seemingly no connection, into lines that cannot be forgotten. [I will of course forget as soon as I leave this]. "pebbles
over the eyes
beautiful vacancies
and folded hands"

I wonder.... Could you, would you; write something of unbridled joy?
I certain that it would be a very interesting work. ~ Geezer.

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First thank you for your kind comment :)

I had a very good friend actually die and then was later revived I asked about his death experience
His response was that life is overrated

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about death. You do have the mind of an abstract painter, I suppose you paint as you write, right?
You use a very full pallet and attack the canvas in different sections, stepping like a tiger reader to plunge back.
The poem is again a beat rant. Always in fashion.
You have a comma and two semi colon in the work...i would punctuate or not punctuate, but not some punctuation. When I see that doesn't feel right. Why not punctuate? add a few exclamation points, it will raise your voice in the poem! sunken grave beds
and operas,
theater of mice,
while tumbled hair still grows !

Nice poem!!

I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
ee cummings

Im glad you like the poem and yes I'm a half ass punctuator! I need to do better!! Thank you for your ever present support. Your vital to this site my friend!!!!!!!!!

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