Monday, October 10, 2016

poem draft

a poem draft I found on my notes from june 10th 2015

TO GET NOTICE

never notice
how the sky is so high
until tall buildings are being built

never notice 
when the air used to 
be clean
until dusty wheels hits
the roads

and now
grey grounds
grey sky
small space

hey-
time means money
never notice 
how it's fly
until it’s too late

please,
your eyes half shut
open
and look !
sugar coated corpse
with a bitter
inner
center

darling,
does the world have to be shattered
and crumbled 
bits to bits
until you
finally notice?

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