hanging from a wire
upside down
hopes suspended
raindrops on petals
rolling beads
colours swirl
other worldly
simulation
and simulacra
postmodernism
permissible?
death of the author?
my homunculus
little man
inside my head
castigates me
waves his finger
expectations
to conform
one must conform
but I'd rather
run into that flock of pigeons
much rather
dance in the rain
much rather
jump in puddles
time moving backwards
the stuff of dreams
About Me
- dissident poetician
- i am the dissident poetician...i tear down fences with sardonic sardines and metaphysical cucumbers
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