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I Don't Know Why
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I Walk Naked Into a Cloud
Sadly burning pictures
in a paper cup that is
filled with dirt gathered
carefully from outside the
kitchen door. Food is cooking on
the stove yet instead
I'd sooner push the fires of hell
into the room and
let the neon's rush in
flipping their states of mind on
every pot on the oven.
Cooking cauldrons of
dinner burned with electric people
stashing emblems of
youth behind their dyed hair brains.
Rushing potatoed chips
of soft milk brushes
that gather endlessly
behind the door in
hopes that more would be offered.
Potted plants profess
their green within the
confines of a jar of stale ambitions.
Frolicking naked,
people with genitals
sagging strapping leather
tonics upon their dark stained tremors.
Shaking the jugulars of
the system gatherers who
manifest promises
that only few will guarantee
Inside the ships of
sailing thoughts
will gather restlessly
upon the wood
to grow, to grow, to grow.
I don't know why
