O' CanadiaI wantO' Canadia
I want the birds back in my life
I'm tired of living in a land of nothing.
of sludge.
of salt and decay.
I want the noises life makes
before death [winter] takes
it's place
this place
it suiteth me not.
Knight's Move Thinkingnonsense spills from lipsKnight's Move Thinking
everyday utterances
on the floor
out the door
dementiae makes house calls
I wrote poems in all the bathroom stalls
they were wiped away.
someday,
maybe someday soon,
I will be too.
So much to say,
myself I betray
when my quivering hand I stay.
So much to say.
alive in the cerebral blight
I'll never get it right.
Galleys and gutters,
biplanes and window shutters,
we try all the same.
you can get a fine
for writing on a city bus.
but I don't understand t
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A Poem By Rock-Lees-Lotus
Lee=Unbearably Cute,
Gai=Amazingly Hot,
And I honestly don't give a
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