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Spaghetti knots

the middle stanza

the subway sea

chugs on while i snorkel

air from the outside

wondering what fish

i’ll smell this time and whether

its just me soaked with this place

and its people who


scream for help

i’m drowning

i can’t swim

there was just too much to do

i was always so busy

so full

45 minutes wasn’t enough


help please

or just yawn


i’m going to see

a love i loved

and i wonder if

she’ll see me

seeing me in her eyes

like i did when we did

and eventually didn’t


eyes black

full of night

that remains in our mouths

when we open wide

with laughter and comments

about how we were such

a lovely sight to see



look away


if there were a poem

for every time a poem

was needed

there’d still be too little

there’d still be stillness


there’d still be an ending

and a beginning again

About kacperniburski

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


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