I was built around here.
Around this place of backward state, upside down on the swings.
Around this fake taste of nature on the air, these nicely spaced trees. (To judge the distance, the distance in me)
--As I was nearly built around here
the gasping sort of sun filled flowers of my broken industrial landscape.
--As I imagine all the animals once here are all dieing off now form their very own disappointment.
(the things they were promised)
(that all of the insignificant things will always matter)
It is chaotic. The blue of your eyes on earth. The concentration. These expectations for something beautiful. But who really knows what you saw. Other than me.Other then trees. Other then anything at all. You will love this place tomorrow.
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4 comments:
Another great poem, Jessica. I like the line "the blue of your eyes on earth" brilliant!
hey, jessica i like this poem i even like the one line To judge the distance, the distance in me)
You will love this place tomorrow.
that was my favorite line. you are a great writer. i enjoy reading your work.
great, very good writting you do have a good way of telling stories , nice work and dont stop writting.
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