gunther schultz Poems

tired of words until i'm drunk,
then i've paid for the
talk
to lose it's
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the world is
beautiful,

ugly
and sinless.
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memories of incontinence,
develop
accidental 'truth'.

oh the hypocrisy of
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a miniature glass mary
whispered to me one night when i couldn't sleep:

designed
immaculate guilt,
...

this morning,
an old woman
yelled;
'damn amoral city folk and your sidewalks of leisure'
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stout wood tables
bulking up for
christmas.
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intention induces laughter,
unveiling the mechanism
that dictates.
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untrusting permanence,
a cage of (un) becoming.

tormented by
pockets of
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lesser day
fetid malignity

WEDNESDAY
steamed rice cups
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since math shows us
coastlines are infinite,
maps represent
authoritarian prohibition.
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