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POEM “Hysteria”
HysteriaA MisteryReady to be exploredAs the genitals are to be adored”Save the Sex”They all screamed.For heavens sakeIt’s an endless sourceLike a winters Lake… Continue reading
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POEM “Beats”
We said”There’s sometingIn our biology thatMakes our kardiovascularSystems beat for the same sex”Excitement, excitementThat is so in sexual life.Then we asked”Are you ready to fly? And get really high?”So we lowered our expectationsNot to get burnt by the SunAnd entered NightBy our own willAnd yes,It beats the same way, still. Continue reading
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POEM “Juice”
You just weren’tRipe enough…So we did not reapYour fruit, ’tillThe mature juicesDid not overflow itAnd our lips, teeth, tongue,Gnawed the lifeOut of your Coming of age. Continue reading
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POEM “Mr.Ugly”
Mr. Ugly came homeHe wished, latentlyNot to have a mirror…But the mirrorAlways, alwaysShowed him, himself…He stared and staredThis time…’till bothHe and the reflectionFell down laughingAt how tremendouslyUgly they were. Continue reading
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POEM “Neštorow”
Neštorow saidLoudly”I am meniskus”Then continued”Hypiskus, thymus, thyroidus”And finaly said”I am brain” Continue reading
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POEM “Don’t”
One child of incestDidn’t continueCrucified…One child of incestContinuedGot sick…So in the endDon’t do itAnd you areFree… Continue reading
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POEM “What is it?”
Our eyesShow you Who, what, where And what forYou are…Doing the deedYou insightedThere was nothingWrong with usBut Only you, only you!Ask the questionOf “What is it?”You are thereforShownBy ourMirror. Continue reading
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POEM “Latency”
In the EndComes down”The IT! we mean”To a old good one-Latency!And good luckLiving with thatNot havingDealt with itOn time…bloody time.So we wish you hereThose who have not done itOr saved themselves from itAnother merry Try. Continue reading
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POEM “Coffin”
Little wooden shedI called her.”I thought it was a she”Little wooden shedActually was a he!Then I thought to myself”I’ll give that thing a name!”I bloody knew itI fell in loveWith a wooden box.When I entered the relationshipI could only conclusivly ask”Coffin, is that you?” Continue reading
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