Elegy in Pink Jelly Pen

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 09, 2018

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Submitted: September 09, 2018

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Don't call me, 

Can't find me, 

I'm behind locked doors

interconnected digitally,

digitizing empathy,

a politically fingering

the pink ink onto the page

squirts from the ball

point into the place that

inseminates your mind

seed that grows into a thot  like  or

about me, fully nude for you

to dissect  discreetly please

ressurrect the past and direct  it  at  me

posessor of the projector, you have the authority

and my rapt attention, I have  no 

autonomy or choice in this demented detention, 

I'm locked in conversation, yet I have  no 

voice, there's nothing to mention  no

Deus ex invention to protect from your intentions, 

but everyone, everything, everywhere

  is  fine. 


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