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Unknown "Betty Ross" Serene - 16 years, 9 months, 4 days ago

the illusion is that you are simply
reading this poem.
the reality is that this is
more than a
poem.
this is a beggar's knife.
this is a tulip.
this is a soldier marching
through Madrid.
this is you on your
death bed.
this is Li Po laughing
underground.
this is not a god-damned
poem.
this is a horse asleep.
a butterfly in
your brain.
this is the devil's
circus.
you are not reading this
on a page.
the page is reading
you.
feel it?
it's like a cobra. it's a hungry eagle circling the room.

this is not a poem. poems are dull,
they make you sleep.

these words force you
to a new
madness.

you have been blessed, you have been pushed into a
blinding area of
light.

the elephant dreams
with you
now.
the curve of space
bends and
laughs.

you can die now.
you can die now as
people were meant to
die:
great,
victorious,
hearing the music,
being the music,
roaring,
roaring,
roaring.

Unknown "Betty Ross" Serene - 16 years, 10 months ago

"The Rain"
I was born in the junkyard.
A dead man came out of a tin shack
covered with dark roses
and said, It’s going to rain.
Would you like to buy an old car
that looks just like an umbrella?
I have the man fifty dollars.
He put some gas in the car
and I drove away.
When I looked back,
the junkyard was gone
and in its place
was a famous castle.
A beautiful woman
was standing
at the top
of the waterfall.
She had long hair
like fish.
I think she was the queen
and I was the king.
Good-bye.
Good-bye.
Richard Brautigan

Unknown "Betty Ross" Serene - 16 years, 11 months, 13 days ago

Spinning like a ghost
on the bottom of a
top,
I'm haunted by all
the space that I
will live without
you.

Unknown "Betty Ross" Serene - 16 years, 11 months, 16 days ago