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fck
u london!
london and the
misconception of great-
ness will prejudice
and wilt
the wills of better
men and
women both;
that live in world's
apart. what moods
can splice the
findings of
people, like to
some extent,
though shunned
through egotistical
bigotry. i languish,
yet
not in a negative
manner, for i
unfold daily unto
a way
avoiding the need
to love the
critic, the
negator of an
artists life. i
call to the fore
that
which should and
will become
more
relevant than
any nod in
the
appropriate direction.
fck u london!
and all who
aspire to be
of
greatness within.
for without, i
am
much more viable,
much
more of an echo
of
reality itself.
Take The Kid
she's mine, as i look
into dimpled
cheeks
that smile.
no
they don't, yet they
seem to. the sticky,
slippery fluid, musky
and
marking my navy blue
shirt. it will
hurt. it
will know of me though
one day, but not too
soon.
a tear falls in a slow
motion onto
her cheek and
bounces and rolls
down the pinky
flesh, only to come to
rest at the beginning
of life itself. she looks
about twenty now,
and
walking down the
road towards
the
end of my
street.
slowly the hands
move towards the
prostrate child.
unknowingly she
grabs
at a
strangers finger
and
holds onto her life
for the
moment, and possibly her
lifelong years.
"let it go!" i say,
yet
only in silence.
my grasp tightens,
then
loosens, then freely
gives away what
should stay mine
forever. the
money
swells in
my sewn up pocket.
my heart misses
beat after beat, but
i
turn and can be
heard to say to
myself…take the
kid…take
the fucking
kid…
Teachers
teachers teach and
preach of
laws and
notions, of famous
people, of
mountains and
oceans, of simple
things like a b c
of
added bonuses
like counting to three.
but teachers
teach
us that teaching
is
right, for if it were
wrong, then
insanity might,
become the
norm', become accepted,
become absurd. but
teaching is
only as teaching
can be…following
the formal
descriptions of middle
logic you see.
for without all the
marking, the telling,
the control. respectable
teachers would echo
disfunction, to the
extent of
placement upon the
dole.
a structure-less, ever-
changing, non-descriptive
alliance of sorts,
might give
rise
to that extinct breed
of
incompetence called
"lucky teacherlessness
bastarditus, which
is latin
for
"cool…yet dumb." an
un-markable, misanthropic
tendency towards creative
mannerisms, that defy
logic and allude to
progress and the nature
of the world,
via sources which are
uncontrollable
though
viable by extremity
itself.
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