Tropic of carcen of 1934

Tropic of carcen of 1934

A Poem by ........ 1847 ......

In deep moisture of pinky hairy lips

I am writer
I am typer
I am riper
I am printer

Real poetry is in my sink and toailet
Rotten carcen shells----empty skins---

Nude posters
Dust of inks

She is come--in---naked smoke
Life and sex

Paris is a poem
Paris is a affair
Paris is a sex
Paris is a hollow

Taste of a birth in mouth of a nurse
Music is revolting improvisation

Phone calls
Tropic depressions

Farewell to full pockets and stomachs
This is the dark point of living art

Record of a me
Picture of a you

Last coffee
Last cigarett
Last kiss
Last breath

All writing is empty and death
There is no--one--left---alive---
Just me-----just you are-------

In trash
In mouth
In heart
In drug

Anything can became mine copyright

I make breakfast
At kitchen
I make sex
At car

I wondering alone without any conceptions
No -----synonyms---
I will one more time

Feel it life
Feel it death
Feel it love
Feel it art

All my publishers are prostitutes
All my readers are fascinated

By my performance
By my resonance
By my ignorance

I am waiting for another a title
Subway is vagina

She come in
She is here
She have me

© 2019 ........ 1847 ......

Author's Note

........ 1847 ......

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Added on July 18, 2019
Last Updated on July 18, 2019


........ 1847 ......
........ 1847 ......

Hotel overlook , VT

My words in my poetic thoughts No logic or structure is provide Honest flow of poetic mind with dyspraxia Neuro atypical poet I am not interest in fake reviews and friendship .. more..