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Spaghetti knots

Ready to fuck up heaven

Wake up

each day

as though you’re

straight from hell

ready to fuck up heaven

if it gets in your way,

and then,

create paradise.


There was a poet

I knew who paid

for their living with poetry

because she printed

each stanza, each line

and rhyme

on a hundred dollar bill

and the act of defamation

made her famous,

convincing people

that the work was art

that was worth the



A woman can put

you on your knees

but you can do the same

to her,

which is what she is doing,

and I am forced back to my nubby pads

and she tells me this doesn’t work

and I say I’m sorry

and she says it is okay, it is okay

until she leaves

and I crumple to the floor

because it’s colder there

and heat must follow a gradient;

warmth is sacrificed,


About kacperniburski

I am searching for something in between the letters. Follow my wordpress or my IG (@_kenkan)


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