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These words conveyed, in my head, by a short person speaking German. I no longer dare; calling them dwarfs or midgets, the dictionary tagging such expression offensive. The army of politically correct expressions would strike me down. Strike me dead; without realising I lied, the voice in my head; was French

I wear my boots and trench; Teflon coated,
from the tree of life itself; a present,
every second a new leaf fall; and sticks,
getting old is a reward of time; collected,
stop it I say; stop it already,
I need a lie-down; so badly,
before the autumn comes,
the last leaf will surely; fall

B.S.O.D

my gentle nudge; towards the edge,
a touch too far; a touch to regret,
fingers pointing; eyes wandering,
eye wondering; wandering, withering,
in the midst; a weeping sleep,
beneath a sky of shadows,
above a mound; a-primitive,
connection-less attachment,
connection-bound-full the eye,
an I amongst you all,
bound by compliance,
the cars on a radio a-playing,
hello; hello again,
I sing along,
wondering,
withering,
dithering,
this night;
alone

my rattlesnake;ย 

changing skin,

waiting for an update;

Windows bleeding,

while you laid there;

legs

spreading,

twins in action;

a simili; polymorphic,

and fatalistically

disgusting

dreaming of new

reading is more than
mapping glyphs into characters,
characters into words,
words into sentences,
sentences into paragraphs,
paragraphs into […]

reading is about
.finding
..designing
…building
….embracing
…parting
..destroying
.dreaming once more
of new

Note to self: You tend to get quite drawn into your studies. The assignment provided enough reference material for you to write the essay without having to go and buy ‘Netsuke: 100 miniature masterpieces from Japan’ that you saw referenced in one of the sources. You did something similar for The Dalai Lama assignment, finding a quote that you really needed to check as a matter of precaution [yet another purchase]. Slightly obsessive IMHO… Or should I praise you for your efforts and determination? One day when you read this note you can make your up your own mind :I

You would never find me; cup in hand,

Begging on a corner near your home,

You would find me two streets down,

Behind the wreck of an old car,

Beneath layers of old boxes,

The smiley face of Amazon; reminding you,

I once were; someone

Every bottle of wine comes with one serving of poetry. That is free poetry folks!

– that weird looking face in the mirror

before the kiss / thereafter / ,

Before the kiss

my lips desire

softening

,

Let us share

this Jeroboam

burgundy red

,

No matter; briefly

as honey flows

inadequately

,

My kiss upon

thy lips

thereafter

,

a memory

a longing

innocently wandering; below

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