Monday, January 2, 2017

First Poem In 2017

All these enlightened flowers forgetting their roots—my words and your words are hanging out clothes.

Knowing what the story is and not just knowing it's a story—all projection is reflection or deception. Which ghost gets your vote?

Like child's play. Playing with fire. Fire in the hole! Totally feel the affectionate attention of self-awareness.

Meanwhile, while knowing being is pointless, hipster-headed angels nonetheless measure out the eye of a needle.

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