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Sartre, in penning the famous expression
‘Hell is other people’
Was wrong.
It most assuredly
Resides within us.
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I had a dream
Where everybody had square eyes.
It doesn’t sound like much,
But it was subtly,
And indescribably,
Horrific...
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Tired of
The endless grind
Of too fast spinning wheels
On unforgiving iron.
Showers of incandescent sparks,
By the time they h..
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Based on a dream
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Based on a dream.
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Fabric,
Worn to the point of
Translucency,
Shows its weave,
Like a gossamer skeleton.
These empty eyes
Languish, in a
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Dreams, like days, are
Ghosted by the ravenous:
Deep sea monstrosities
Distend and distort
During long ascents into
The shallow sea..
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The child inside me
Is always crying,
And he cannot stop.
Tears burst forth
In each moment
Afresh:
Hot, salty and stinging the ..
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I use this fountain pen,
Snug in my grip,
To delve into
The caverns
Of my mind
Blood wells up
Often.
But I find that
It makes for
Good
Ink.
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There are too many tears
In this life-
I have been awash
With them,
And feared I might drown.
No rescue came,
I just
Lear..
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