Poems from Hikigaeru

Like a child in a a candy store  eying the ten dollar lollipop I am amazed by her glory yet sullen that there is not enough in my pocket...
Oh Great Oak Your branches stumps themselves Your roots snakes overlapping Your leaves lush and colorful   Oh Warm Oak Birds sing in your...
Take my ears out of this forsaken society. I need my headphones. I need the bustling runs of the pianist blasting away on the keys. I need...
Unimaginative and fake. Disgusting. I hate every bit of it. Who was the man who wrote the language of music? Who was the lemming who...
Welcome back, it's been awhile, as projected. I haven't glanced upon your face to see the motive in your eyes, nor have I heard the...

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