poems written on the fly

Another mystery

In art, bad haiku, bad poetry, bad sex and bad breath, birthday poems, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, seb, snuff poems, tarot poems, the queen of england, writing on 19 February 2008 at 11:56 am

The white veil of morning
creeps around the house
The birds are black notes
and their song hang frozen
in mid-air
We drink coffee in the kitchen
and I want to tell you something
but your words erase mine
and I forget what I wanted to say
and there is no way you can help me
and we laugh it off and another mouth
replaces my mouth with different words
forming behind the seemingly same teeth
although they are actually a few seconds
older

EL SEBBO

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  1. Yeah man exactly wot me thought, I told meself yeah man dose teeth, dey look older, couple a seconds older or sumpin, but yeah, dose teeth, dey not de same age, may 3 seconds older, hard to tell. djn

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