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Spaghetti knots

wings man

another night

looking for

another night

and some different life

than this spent looking

at things that require a second look

to remember in repetition

like myself

who i only see in mornings

and even then barely

eyes slits of her billow

nearly flat on my back


grabbing onto folds of old

ready to drown but the water is too cold

the maneuvers are wet whistles blown

and the day is already sinking skin

when i realize it is too late

to go back to bed


assess the damages

count the causalities

bury the dead

where they lay

though the mattress is worn

with too many bugless bodies

and hair that moults into shapes

of then


the phone is gone

the girl has left

the wallet wasn’t found


look look

there in the shadow

in the hurried slipping sock

in the the that remains the most used word

but that is also entirely my own to care and

neglect in the the way i know how and

the the learned

there is life yet

to live



About kacperniburski

I am searching for something in between the letters.


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