Thursday, August 15, 2013

i sometimes think
like a gogh

violet clouds to
be alive and
beautiful must
whirl

mountains must
have bold black lines
as boundaries
like hunchbacks
of Notre dame

trees appear
truly powerful if they
are taller than
the moon or some
stars

and the world is
happier without
those other people

whom, by all,
wit, jean paul
has called Hell.

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