Untitled, original poem #70

static
 background
hollow or shallow souls
something basic is absent
not necessarily
 missing
more like never been

darkwood poison daydreams
 singing
  simply
stinging in my ear
as you busily oblivious
 bourgeois
  are polishing your plastic hair

know you and i
 can never meet
no
the tracks you've laid
 don't go there



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Author: Transdimensional Poet

Poet, Transdimensional explorer, fisherman.

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