people play games for reassurance
it's easier than asking
10,000 green trees
exhale our sadness
a dragonfly stops for a moment
contemplates me, while I contemplate
him
the trees love in the breeze
I sip my coffee, squint at
the sun and wish someone
understood
sweat trickles down my face
the breeze cools it
birds sing, squirrels chirp, water
flows, wind blows, time passes
I expose my shoulders to the sun
and return to reading
what is left behind and done
love is so much ephemera
a dry cleaning ticket traveling
towards a sewer grate
playing underneath
modern art
cat batting at a curtain cord
you, with my heart
Venus flytrap,
sticky sweet glue
I want to be trapped, consumed
her silver hammered words
like lightening strikes
blinding me, burning me
shocking me
I'll put it inbetween these two books
the beautiful thing
these beautiful things
you made me
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I particularly like the second stanza, although it does I think need to be a second stanza. The first stanza kind of reads to me like a lot of other people's poems and lacks your unique, esoteric/romantic avant-garde style, which the second stanza does.
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