who was milking the grey of those clouds where there we be
not doing it again like those birds that block the branches
that eat the scraps see the showers stuck as bathtubs
that too must suffer the fate of eroding to the human form
with whiteness praised the nails clipping the esophagus
look look dirt suffocates the place
she cannot come over when the bed is so messy
the fridge is a graveyard
why do the birds only poo on my windowsill
there they are walking like i do
there they are up early like i am
she knocks starting their leaving
a scared baby leaves one last pebble on the edge
that can destroy the leaking universe
found underneath the door
before she comes
and that will be the hardest for the storm
to wash off
later
Really, really good.
thanks!
I love your writing post more π
Hi …kacperniburski.
I hope we can be friends in keep in touch via here or email. I didnot know how to keep in touch to you cos there’s no email address yours. So via here 1st. Hopes it gets thru. Let my comments regard your writing be there at your post, but after READ IF CAN OMIT OUT my email address be good. Hope you will keep in touch , as friends online. Admiration much to your writings. Thankyou. Happy sunday to u guys. ππ sept.09.th.2018.sunday.
Just wanted to say that I really liked this!
thanks so much!
Very food thanks for sharing this.
Awesome π
much appreciated!
Kacperniburski.Do u have any email address to send u new post ?Thankyou. Sept.09th2018.sunday.
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