Splitting Hairs


Coffee & Alex
5 Durham Road London, [Select
United Kingdom


It is a pity I had to leave,

without your consent.

How else could I grieve?

Everything I saw in you to conceive

stripped my development.

It is myself I must deceive

that it’s not more than breeze

I need for free thought or merriment.

But the dirt encased on my knees,

is your old squeeze.

You are not under my management,

but please.

I did not feel ease,

but bent,

by fates tease.

I pull huff and heave,

at the baggage bodhisattva sent.

I was never beautiful to please.

We had to leave.


This poem is about: 
Our world



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