Luke Britsch Poems

The thunder cracks!
How unreal.
Something with such power,
sporadic and unpredictable.
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Words are
the only thing
that make
sense anymore.
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Where's my mind?
I think I’ve lost it.

Twelve hours of sleep later.
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Anger.
Fear.
Love.
Human Emotion
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Once, I spent ages,
watching a spider
make it's web.
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I tripped,
and fell.
sorry darling.
accidents happen.
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Two early mornings
and a chorus of blackbird.
I'm starting to think the acid
is going to my head?
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Alas!

The quintessential age of our
peers is upon us.
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While visiting a state
of sub-reality,
I was approached
by a stranger,
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Part one; The Acceptance.

When the apocalypse comes
where will you be?
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