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Poesy For Your Autumn Oranges

Cold, the tea again

Seeping its goodness to wind

To have forgotten

Poesy For Your Autumn Oranges

yawn reeks dimly

As the clock ticking headache

Wasted day again

Poesy For Your Autumn Oranges

The mermaid is under the sea

But the sea is under her rule

And even the darkest night

Is no match for unreasonable sound

Fathoms away from mortality.

The heart of air is there tonight,

Seaweed fins like dust on radical carbon

The mermaid is under the sea,

Swimming in unknown dark.

Poesy For Your Autumn Oranges

I can feel the scratch
Of a crimson leaf on my white skin
Passerby of real life

Poesy For Your Autumn Oranges

Spider jolts buzzing fly
Paralyzed to silence now
Transfixed, I linger

Poesy For Your Autumn Oranges

The poets are dead
Yet infinitely live on-
Their poems are alive

Poesy For Your Autumn Oranges

Skating on ice
Cracking beneath quaking feet-
Portal to cold hell

Poesy For Your Autumn Oranges

Most people have
Most people have . . . what?

This fill-in-the-blank makes my mind blank.

Most people have . . . eyes?

Most people have . . . homes?

But who am I to generalize even these?

I only hold true to what I know,

From my city.

But how is my city, my city?

My city

How can it be?

When it is just a land

Controlled by minor politicians

and taxes?

None of the sea belongs to me

Yet it gives me such ecstasy

That I suppose the city may be mine.

And now I know the answer-

Most people

Have their

Own worlds.

Poesy For Your Autumn Oranges

Thank you so much for reading! Despite it being unfiltered cringe!

Poesy For Your Autumn Oranges
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