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sameoldshit

Posted to Action Poetry




this is not art.

this is me
with hammers
and aggression.

this is not poetry.

this is me
taking on the world
with a hundred years worth
of betrayal.

this is not human.

this is me,
and a smile
cut with poison.

this is not real.

this is yesterday
painted on dirty canvas
and sand sculptures
too close to the ocean.

(btw, i want to crush some cell phones too. they always have those weird ring tones that grate my nerve)