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Spaghetti knots

Chunks of yesterday

There is nothing

to do nowadays

because nowadays

there is nothing

except for tomorrow

regurgitated in the

chunks of yesterday

and the flimsy foil

of today’s leftovers


She blows a kiss

with cigarette smoke

telling me I’m not much

to lean on

and I do my best

to hide the insides

that are pushing out of me

to get into the bare space of her

but that still

aren’t much to lean on

even as we lean

when the lights have gone out

and we think of

sturdier things

like the sleep that will come

but not before us

and a fury of pantless panting

from too much combustion and 

the burnout, the exhaust



this is it

all there is

you are in it

just like I am


it is it

and you are it

and there is nothing

besides it

and you

and me right now

who is warning you then

that it is it

even when it isn’t

like when it is me

then you

then it

all of whom

sometimes forget it

even though

it won’t forget you

About kacperniburski

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


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