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(i)

sad

so why is that word
     stinging around
like a mosquito
     a continent away

is it
     i’m writing
          dull grammar

that some naïf slashdot
     states
          is missed
when they haven’t seen
     just change

no
     no
it’s not that
     no

sad


de eerste tijd
voor acht maanden
zit ik alleen
in een pub

poëzie moet zich geboren

like ideas that fleet
— no no
     think ships —
big bloody metal things
that blow their noses
when it’s foggy

fleet

comme un souris
un souris snelle
souris
tu comprend
non
     triste

deshalb bin ich traurig


of course
it’s none of the above

i’ve often found
people like to use
some self–annointed authori–meme
to block a just intent

when they’ve no right interest
just some auto–presumptive
stick–on faux authority

i’ll say what’s to be said
to fuck their idiocy away

always tell the truth
a phrase of power
at those to be controlled

always tell the truth
a great lie





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