she left her for good
but he manages to stay
and keep himself
sane,
he sits naked on the stair
caresses the loneliness of his flesh
and squirts his substance on the floor
at least he did not spit on her
These are poetic experiments. Man's quest for the poetic element never ceases. He is always caught in the eye of awe. He does not make the rules now. The rules change depending on the emotion that time and space feed him. He must see everything with his wide eyes gaping. The beginning of poetry too, like philosophy is wonder. Look and see. Do not stop wondering You are the poet. And everything is poetry. Wonder. Wander.
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