Category Archives: Experimental poetry

Poim

I think there was too much!

I think there was too much!

You can direct my question, direct my question.

Oh boy.

Detachable manners all know how to play.

The ball still nearly broke hobby and Sindh.

Hobby and Sindh.

Hobby and Sindh.

But I have almost my ticket hobby.

Oh, the lineup was shot!

The lineup was shit!

I think there was too much!

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The right way to play all season.

Praise be to the squirrel god.

Winter

Frost.

Little tiny particles frozen on the grass fearing the sun at its height.

Grass.

Little tiny green stalks keenly anticipating the sun at its height.

Sun.

A massive ball of fire keenly anticipating its apex.

 

Winter.

A moderate chill shivering with fearing the sun at its height.

Medicine for the lowest soul

Oh animal spirit, feed on the meat

The treat, human feet

They won’t be able to run

 

Oh animal spirit, what have you done?

Why did you bother to come?

Come and dominate my humanity

 

Oh humanity, why hate on society?

Ruling the world with an insanity?

Do we really rule supreme?