03/05/2014

Glueless escapist!





glueless escapist

summer whisky and dead dreams
poetry of lying nation
world felt is world seen
vagabond is not an occupation


Black flags and  long moustaches
oily handshake with boiling Devil
Smoking alive, until we NO to stashes
Kill passion with other lives on telly


Skirts in spring, staring to FUCK
bring flowers and smell her hands
beauty helps to pace when stuck
a glueless escapist, planned not to plan


SO THAT IS WHY I DID NOT PLAN AUTUMN IN THIS POEM.

Sorry for my stormy nature,
open, VULNERABLE
YES, VULNERABLE

HEART.

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