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Spaghetti knots

Nursing piranhas

Cancer has been excised

and I’m empty

with nothing to talk about

in my electric chair

and at my desk that coughs

with hope

in a place it never should’ve lasted

like a daisy in Time Square

that was fed the suns of business

though it is darkness now

where I still sit


the way I should be

if I weren’t so lucky

to seed life

without wanting to live


My fingers

have nursed piranhas


I have no more

poems in me

which may just be

the saddest poem

of all


I saw her on the street

and she didn’t see me

and then

I couldn’t see her either

for the city was choking on smog

with buildings collapsing eventually

and people collapsing before that

About kacperniburski

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


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