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vast awareness meets bad writing
December 2008 
with blank head
Posted on Mar 1st, 2007
by 
Rich
Rich
with my blank head
I gaze out of the window
there is a wood pigeon eating
white cherry blossom
with my blank head
I gaze out of the window
until the window is my eye
and the room is my skull
sitting here, inside my skull
I look out through
my 12 paneled eyes
into over-cast skies
the fat jolly pigeon
flying through my insides . . . .
oh how little,
is my blank head?
I gaze out of the window
there is a wood pigeon eating
white cherry blossom
with my blank head
I gaze out of the window
until the window is my eye
and the room is my skull
sitting here, inside my skull
I look out through
my 12 paneled eyes
into over-cast skies
the fat jolly pigeon
flying through my insides . . . .
oh how little,
is my blank head?
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I like it bro.
You should write more poetry.
How did it feel flying through your own insides?
:)
erm, the first thing I was going to say was “like chocolate covered nipples on a bright spring morning”, just for fun mainly.
it didn't feel like anything really : )