some short poems (old notebooks)

Smoke rings danced above my head

In the quiet of my room

I watched them fade away instead

Of dancing with them.

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Death.

The dying death.

That came flying,

Blood

Dripped

Black.

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A forest of chairs darkens the hall.

The guests have left them growing roots.

And even the wood beneath my feet

Seems scattered with fallen silent leaves.

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My fears still chase me down the hall.

Looking back,

I see their shadows

Flying darkly at my heels.

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Seven sins await my lover,

Long and lush and deep.

Wonderful abandonment,

Joy and peace and sleep.

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I'm gonna dive into your consciousness

And summersault your mind.

Your seventh dream's gone borrowing,

You're a rusty year behind.