Micropoetry No.7

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Working in the weight
Inside eyes frightened
Scaled in to lateness
And your verisimilitude.

All psychopaths are ruling us now
From the first dawn of consciousness
Until the sunset upon this broken throne
God it is bad.

Gregg Wallace
Is a crudely pictorial
Probably false
Faked from buttons to face.
Didn't you realise?

Is it possible I've lost interest in Facebook?
But am I alone?
First I got bored of television, then computers now I enjoy sleep.

Oh, dark energy - you flood
Our light minds with fear
All we think we knew is false
Arriving on shore without pilot or mast.

The universe is a hologram
How can a string vibrate 'one dimensionally'?
Take me away from here.

Flex a wrist, right
No blood there
Sure to run free at
Least expectation.

Today is likely to be numb
And suffering mouth feel
Which speaks of astringency
When something happened
Drinking a cup of Jasmine Tea.

Is the decline of the pub the reason for the increase in male loneliness?
I doubt this.
It is more likely the decline of the community.

The only gift god gave is existence.
In other words:
Don't disseminate nonsense to appeal to more customers.

Location: Wetherby, Wetherby

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