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mad woman
are you ?
mad, you are
woman
are you
madman,
whore, who-are
you ?
madman,
mad-is-man,
man is mad and
woman, who
woman, are
you mad by
man who made
the world mad too ?
are you ?
mad, you are
woman
are you
madman,
whore, who-are
you ?
madman,
mad-is-man,
man is mad and
woman, who
woman, are
you mad by
man who made
the world mad too ?
Literature
You can't have it all
but you can have the glazed heat bursting from the blacktop like a broken
fire hydrant. You can have the jangle of keys
swinging from your hip with each stride.
You can have the tactility of leather and the graze of
bathroom mosaic tiles under a cold shower pelting
bullets and when the water cuts off
you can have dry book pages. You can have happiness,
though it will often be bitter, like finding a stranger’s
wallet full of pictures of smiling children until you
return it to find that the couple is barren.
You can have the scratches on the back of his knuckles,
faded, yet raw. You can have the translucency of sheets
in the sun, silhoue
Literature
resonance
i
does she know the astrological significance
of the bruises starring along
your wrists? if I could, I’d
run away somewhere where
the sky is silent and the people
hate honest eyes. here’s my problem,
I’ve wasted all my time daydreaming
in the universe of your scars. I wonder
if substantiality is lethal.
ii
[when will you move on
like you know what
you’re doing with your life,
like this tiny existential
failure is only a hazard sign
on the roadmap of your journey,
like the world weighing down
upon your shoulders is an
exercise in vanity and quietude
instead of someone
else’s burden?]
iii
lists of necessitie
Literature
October
I only felt autumn's presence
In October, in Hamburg
A month after she was expected
Crisp leaves, warm light
Geese on the lawn by the lake
And loneliness
Stretching through short days and long nights
Heralds of winter's coming
Shoes worn thin by miles
I wander, a stranger, mute
Head full, heart singing
The love of dark trunks and bright leaves
Untempered by geography
Or language
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woman made mad by man made mad by father who made the whole world blind
really nice poem, reminds me of something by T.S elliot and a poem I wrote about rigoletto, it's a cool style, the last stanza is awesome
really nice poem, reminds me of something by T.S elliot and a poem I wrote about rigoletto, it's a cool style, the last stanza is awesome