why would I be punctured by that smug smirk
if some place wasn’t already filled with
puss and no it doesn’t want to be
or be poked and it’s because of how
I always wore it now it leaves
a mess wherever I go and
yes you guessed it the right answer is
nowhere which is fine but I don’t want
to end up a hermit though like most
I’ve been ogling the local caves
but no I ran away years ago
and never stopped despite what you might
see this could be pixels hologram
or something worse we’ve yet to glean
Tag: hermit
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To go to bed and churn through the night folded
and rent by the sharp lines of half-boiling
dreams as we try our best to imagine
we can forget what we might have had to
make yesterday once the anger of themorning has faded and our clothes are once
again dry though who would have bet against
the successful failure of the unabridged
chronicles of that self-made hermit whosehedge maze was never real but the feeling
of being in it turning right or left
faster then much slower has never leftno matter which season finds us deciding
once and evermore to learn how to knit
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