Of that song I could smell with my eyes
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By Andrei Z.Published about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read

Choking to death
With the grace
Of a feral cat.
Give me a pat
On the face.
\
The surplus of days
And nights
That blend into one
Grey, monotone mess.
Please give me a gun.
\
The dust and the lust
Last 'til they are no more
'Cause all those things pass.
But your smacks and your slaps
Swell, life.
\
And I'd rather dive
Into oceans of grace,
I would graze on the words
Of that song I could smell
With my eyes.
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Comments (6)
I really enjoyed the imagery in this piece, particularly in the last five lines. Brilliant poem!
Another thought provoking piece by you!! I do love the way you spin a phrase and really play with the different elements of each word. Nicely done!!
This is amazing, Andrei...I always love your attention to small details and unique interpretations and experimentation. Like Silver, I agree this would be awesome performed!
Awesome work
I loved this. It's just begging to be performed aloud. Great poetry!
You can never be over-stimulated. Drink it in.