The Mezunian

Die Positivität ist das Opium des Volkes, aber der Spott ist das Opium der Verrückten

Puddle Sonnet

Accompanying music. Rainbows spread its fingers through granite gray & silver liquid crystal screens that always plume in the rain that makes it fidget. Should I splash my feet in you? Does it feel like smacks or pets? Looks as if you always snooze, slowly swaying white light flecks. Puddles never make me frown, always […]

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Being Spoony

Now it’s finally time to use the spoon. I was saving it for the perfect day; but it never came & I became impatient. Perhaps I should stop saving spoons for fudge coffee mugs that’ll never come & use them for the sludge that I have @ present to make them less distasteful than how […]

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