Poets enjoy swimming
in irrational waters
Trying to make sense of things
…that don’t make cents.
Loitering about googly-eyed,
gils clogged up with
this un-civiliations feces.
Ah…but the words…
like plankton to our ears;
these waters a choir that
we wrap our hearts in.
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“It’s quite an undertaking to start loving somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness. There is even a moment right at the start...
Never not funny, will always reblog. Fucking dying.
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