tiny verses
[here there]
Here we were there
where we was at
war with words.
Traveling narcissism always
embarks upon its own journey
towards another.
[snow is gone]
Why, it melted when
the world was free
from freezing.
Eduardo Ramos's Blahg/ Photoblog/ Poemblog. A place for undigested visual & concrete poetry & poems & poetics & digital photography. A rolled-up pantleg & a helmet with a carrot that dangles in front.
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narcissism's scissors
eat the
sky and
all
be
low
un
til
it
snows!
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