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fingers on the paper (here, a long poem will die)
Saturday 15th April 2023 11:06 pm
Vital
The haunting of a broken tap: drip, drop
The thirst after the sun: drink, gulp
She never said a lot, gargling girl
Sliding in and out of my body
Helping me breathe, walk, talk
That was why I swam
It was water
Brought me alive floating out to No Man’s
Diving down to skim the sand
It was water
Wanted it, always had it, but could never catch it.
It was water
Insipi...
Tuesday 28th February 2023 7:17 pm
Résumé
Résumé / Michael Kwack
Love is, like art,
dull without passion.
Marriage is, like enterprise,
vain without fortune.
Home is, like a chair,
awkward without comfort.
Life is, like sleep,
hollow without a dream.
Death* is, like a letter,
absurd without a story.
*Death means suicide.
Thursday 7th January 2021 4:43 pm
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