we feast upon words
plate upon plate
and in magnificent
courses from the
Chinese chef
the words are
salty and
the sulfates are
somnambulists
we showed bloated
heads
and they begin to laugh
we look like
cheap poets making it
on
not so well attended
blog-sites
we wish we are bombs
killing some
racists and
pigs and
pachyderms
the days are over
we are into this sickness into this
common death
like whales finally finding
their destinations into some
bloody blobs.
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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