self-collage poem

poetry month day 2 - new home for snippets in my iPhone notes app

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never liked playing games

collegiate, to learn to be a boy

full of joy and terror, a man who dreams

of disappearing in the forest

the archimedian in a bowtie

out of the stuck word

between two loops

like a path in a dream

I forgot I have been having

stand on the cliff until my skin is wind

it is so boring

dressing mystery

people aren’t kind

rarely knew though

still want to be the source of things

your spells smalled me

to four-legged end

that simplicity

before