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Spaghetti knots

Dead things float

For a while now,

I have felt like I need

to cry

and I don’t know why,

which I suppose is reason enough

to cry,

but I do not,

which I suppose is another reason

to cry.


Goldfish have more

recognition than you

about how far

we’ve sunk,

but I guess we

forgot how well

dead things float.


I used to think that

the worst fate was to be


but now I know

that it is surronding yourself with people

who don’t surround themselves

with you.

About kacperniburski

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3 thoughts on “Dead things float

  1. I adore your poems. I’m not commenting on all of them that I like… just reading mostly.

    I thought dead fish floated too… but my Beta fish Loki died at the bottom of his bowl, rump up… his billowy fins just ever so animated by any vibration… I used to think he was a depressed fish who would once in a while dance with a penchant for “jazz hands”…

    Posted by tabbyrenelle | June 30, 2015, 1:51 pm
    • I wonder if Loki would’ve liked the poems, or at the very least think they were a bit of jazz and a lot of dancing.

      Posted by kacperniburski | July 3, 2015, 12:33 am
      • Loki was named after the rabble rousing trickster (not the Marvel comic movie character but based on the actual Celtic lore) Yet, he was his own fish… so he’d have gotten punchy on certain poems of yours, and droopy on others, and then magnificently animated with a full zoom ahead performance chocked with Jazz hands on your best ones.
        He was a moody fish, what can I say?

        Posted by tabbyrenelle | July 3, 2015, 10:31 am

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