MISTAKEI made a little mistake
when I wrote that
the language is too little
It embrace everything
When I write everything
I mean everything
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NEW AND GOODThere is some freshness
To what I write
It feels new
But not good.
--
YOUR EQUATIONSYou, in a huge meadow
in the middle of it, sit there and stare
at a straw
You divide it, smell it,
small, small parts of it
You drop it
Trying to pick it
The straw is thin
your fingers are fat
--
NEXT ONEThe next person I will meet
Where are you now
Next person I will look
long into the eyes
look into them twice
I will kiss you
follow home
and sleep with you
Where are you now
Who's eyes are you looking in to now
The next one who will hit me
who will say good-bye
Where are you now
--
FOR YOU
All I want
with you
fits in to this stanza
Everything that
ever happened to you
also fits in
--
MY TELEPHONE
My telephone
it sometimes rings
Sometimes it’s you
and if it’s not you
it’s you or you
or you
--
If everybody loves me
I'm everybody
If I love everybody
I'm also everybody
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THE LANGUAGE OF THE POET
I would never accuse
the language of being too small
but it is
Why shouldn't it be