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Ken Pepiton May 17
State:
Delighted,
does that blow your candle out?

Ready, reader of the perfect press,
as long as the culture of the internet
persists, expanding with useless data

subconscious meta data we used to
make into these tools that force define
phrazes, like we used to…

what- oh, time, we used to do with
think through, used to make sense,

common inert intelligence all readers have.

Did you read the entire cereal box, each time?

You are imaginably a perfect round vessle,
to snuggly fit where the perfect square,
set at convenient lifting level in the hull,

Allows the amphora chance, heave, **
lug the jugs, raise the anchor

set sail, be on our way, for such a long day,

the mind and Psyche are one, a we and an I

is more than one partical of mind, we use

to fit time in a klein bottle. Ai, andjaknow

it is so now that never has a prayer of ever
happening, and that never doesn't make sense.
Did you never wonder about those big pointy bottom jugs
in roman republic to tyranny movies?
Jeremy Betts Feb 8
"Go deep son!"
I run deep for the long one
But there's no one
The ball doesn't come
Now I'm just on the run
A prodigal, no, a wayward unwanted only son
With no distinction of direction between to or from someone
I'd give everything for a destination
I'd give it all for a connection
I'd settle for a distraction
Or even a sliver of affection

©2024
Kabelo Maverick Feb 2019
In a nutshell,
I’m not a circle
but speed humps ahead
That’s hell…
and it’s not a hurdle
I’m seeking to
jump again
MVRK
Joshua Nieves Nov 2015
We are all different leaves,
off the same Fall tree.
Stefan Smith Jan 2015
You were a slave
to the pre-established ambitions
of a heightless power.
Interrogated
due to your distinction.
Obliged
into your choices.
Now you sit.
Proud of your seat,
But not knowing
You can stand.
The illusion of societal obligation.

— The End —