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what shines

Posted to Action Poetry

freedom absolution
regarding pure sense
piecing together nothing thoughts
forming patterns of puddles
of blood on carpets
rearranged furniture
spray painted walls
(come play with us Danny)
living room white
of scenes that never happened
(for ever)
like clockwork orange rape,
but why are they in my mind
the axis of personality
intersects cinema, experience,
(and ever)
and my own white room wishes,
John plays piano
Yoko opens every curtain
(and ever)
the sun white flooded room like blood
pulsing out in waves from the Overlook elevator
out of Kubrick's mind
into the lobby
Imagine white worlds