orangecat bluebandanna Poems

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Dinosaurs are dead.
Pretend to believe in dinosaurs
Like triceratops with three horns
Jutting out of his armor forehead
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the
sweater
is old
somber with coffee
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Morass, swamp, your effervescing landscape
An ideal place to start excavating
From top, to down,
Into your lavishing abyss,
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love is how you use a pencil
there was a giant sky scrapper, on the outside of the building leading up the front were two outdoor elevators parallel to one another. with no entrance to the building from the sidewalk, the only way in was through one of the elevators. You were there, along with us a group of our friends. The ambience was dynamic as we all packed into one of the elevators, and road up. Once we were on, all of you around me became opulent and cordial. My feel wasn’t as warm, it was more of an apathetic tentativeness of anticipation for something, who knows.
when we arrived to the top, I found myself alone, I have been riding the other elevator. I watched the rest of you get off, walk into black, with a resonance from laughter and conversation as the rest of you vanished through the shadows of the hall.
“Well I’ll just catch up with them.” I said to myself.
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the harbor is right down the street
i can watch giant ships float by,
the city buildings are just small enough to see the sky, big enough to make you feel really small,
the people are so sincere,
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bring me to your island
before you go missing
in the forest
across the ocean
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orbiting around
another
like planets
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incendiary flux on busted soggy wood
Salt water slu.t, you leave all my hopes and dreams
Alone, talk to you like a seagull
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with gravity filling, holding space to the surface of our skins, each
pore it seeps in, through our blood cells and organs, all pulling our
sub-conscience towards the moons and other planets to the stars,
controlling every breath and thought rev elated to someone, in here or
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