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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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Xuebing Du
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@eugenepirou
He told me he liked my surreal poetry
I said it wasn’t surreal
That it was all Realism
Just the way I perceive reality
And
If people can’t see it
That’s their fault
“I mean that”
Looking over
“I don’t know what so many people do
To steal themselves from dreams”
© GM
The humid heat hit by flame
The rhythmic dance
Appeared to be
It
At last
But
It was the collapse
The release
Dissolved walls
Between
Survival & Defeat
© GM
no machines to dream
To walk
And cry
In the drizzling rain
© GM
Jack Kerouac
Kerouac was a lonely angel
Not knowing he was an angel
And so
Got drunk
© GM
A Little Madness
When they let you out of the hospital
You were afraid to come to my door
You should have known better
Than to think
I’d let a little madness
Get in the way
© GM
Got to get a new music making machine
Find the nectar
Honey sweet
Complete
In your own tears
Dried out petals
Falling seeds
From
Your sunflower eyes
© GM
Scales
every heart holds the same too much and not enough . ©GM
fragment
Adorned with brilliant insanity and recklessness
Golden as sun’s bursting rays
Nestling into a crown for untouched blankets of snow
fragment
To move to rapture
Delight without measure
Possessive ocean
Sink in
Can’t swim
Am washed ashore
To starlit heaven
Sure
Our hearts & bodies
Were worn & weary
But
We were too preoccupied
With finding
New
Exhilarating failures
To be
Too concerned
© GM
The sky is gray
A thousand white birds
Are hiding above us
Singing secret songs
They’ve decided to keep
To themselves
© GM
We painted in the fractured forms
Of one another
With colors
Yet to be discovered
© GM
Jack Kerouac
Kerouac was a lonely angel
Not knowing he was an angel
And so
Got drunk
© GM
You’re sitting beside me
I’m dreaming about you
Anyway
© GM
Write little poems
While getting drunk
Thru the night
Or
By frozen riversides
On January mornings
© GM
When waiting in a long line
Bank
Grocery store
Sit down
© GM