The scent of the Lilac-branch
Fills the room.
You can gossip about me,
If that’s what
You want to do.
Sure.
But, don’t expect my
Lilac-branch of indignation
Not to
Fill the pages.
It’s a large branch,
You kept it watered well.
I’m just a Pinga with a Scarecrow’s
Figure, In
Conversation with others
Like me.
You can gossip about me,
And twist
It that way if you really want
To.
If Self-knowledge is evil,
Then
I’m Evil as fuck.
Religoon!
...
•ELASTICITY•
Couldn’t puncture or slice
That body-tire...
I can see Phantasmagoric nurses
Shaped like
Mushroom clouds.
Once checkin into the
Eclectic Entity
That is my mind.
If you let go
Of the unreal.
Those programmed
Lies- you see
All you have to do
Is Enjoy
The churning of coffee
In your Stomach.
And...
Massage, that
Redwood
With Johnson & Johnson.
...
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Ethan Godsoe
Godsoe’s a Planet writing poems where He’s the speaker. The very “I” That was born on February 22nd, 1999. My stories are Personal, they’re not always simple; charming nor are they vice-less.
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