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This is some old poetry from back when I still wrote poetry. check it out. |
#1--Scraps of Paper I wrote this while on cleanup duty at a campsite, hence the title. People tell me it should be a rap. These are the eyes that scrutinize all the things the size of flies, I can see through all their lies. Even a disguise that mystifies is no disguise, it's no surprise, before these eyes. #2--Bandanna A red-themed paisley bandanna inspired this poem. in it, I play heck with compositional rules Migraine my pain pantomiming entertain- ment always playing massive postal all insane curious relation: Cain those abhorrent ascertain fury's milling weathervane steam train membrane moving my pain all circumference in my brain psyche's fight gone down the drain emotional stain here abstain here be slain #3--Untitled I never finished this one, and probably never will because I have no idea what i was talking about. judging from my notes, it might have been a song. Fury's curiosity waning mediocrity It's mysterious most delerious all oblivious mystery feeling fine when I am dying feeling my insanity give my sign when I am crying failing in simplicity |