Tik Tik Tik Tik:
never stopping angry quiet
Tok Tok Tok Tok:
ink on paper nonsense words
Tik Tik Tik Tik:
lips are moving saying nothing
Tok Tok Tok Tok:
brains all scrambled on the wall.
One Two Three Four:
numbers passing yelling sighing
Five Six Se Ven:
sighing shoes on breathing floors
Nine And A Half we:
choke on smoke through locker doors.
My very favorite poem is an inarguably terrible one. I do not know its name and do not care to find out if it has a name.
The sun is pink, and the sky is green on the day that I am standing knee deep in perfectly still salt water. The tired marble floor of heaven is finally dissolving beneath my feet.
I looked up at the statue, and it looked down at me.
There we stood, unhappy wretches.
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