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Absynthesized
Absynthesized
Cast out your line
in the winds of time
your blood is thick
your soul is mine
artist delivered
confusion en gros
your head a flange
on bare shoulders
can you feel in basking
the madness rising
synthesizing trip
to glorious perdition
look carefully
see deep, deeper
before you go blind
you will recognize
nothing you wanted, was worth the price
your phallus was given free
so, what do you see
fucking Magot and Magot
a face, just the one
a hand so bold unable to hold
and you will write it down
let it be told…
mad babbling brook
be still at once and look
write it tight, write it right
you have this night
to fill, the pages
with bawdy pictures
not the ones you took
but with words to describe
let the canvas dry
on your wretched book
feedback van andere lezers- Wee
Beautiful word painted poem!
x
killea: many thanks Wee
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j - Mistaker
Beautiful poem indeed.
Greta xx
killea: Thank you Greta
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j - hettie35
Zó mooi!
Groetjes Hettie
killea: Many thanks Hettie love
xxx
j - ivo
wow killea mss is mijn engels niet goed genoeg om alles te begrijpen maar hier zit zowel boosheid als gekwetstheid in mi
wat een gedicht ..
killea: thank you Ivo
xx
j - Danvoieanne
Good .......... gretzzz
killea: Thank you Anne
xx
j
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