do you see what I see
you slip your tongue
I'm sorry to cut yours
piece to piece
fall into pieces
no left.
Hey, look at the gown
look like the rainbow
summerize my notes
with fill of ink, you gave me
sinking together
yawning and cough
crept like a fog
addressing me in middle of the night
you said to me "One"
like a clown with beard
blacken' by your eyes
got drown in sea of my neck
nothing changes
even a ball sliding and passing by
collide me like a truck
pushing me down the river
you exhaled
happily
easily
crazily
down
down
and down again
wish you measure the street
and call me from a far
hold me without touching me
live with me
without you
Karya: Herman Nz
Monday, May 13, 2013
He Call me "Clown"
The lost poetical poetry, written originally by Herman Nz contains idealism, realism, ideas, unstable the way to write everything into simple poetry but represent what he deals with, how he looks at the past, present and future phenomena and why he should express all on the lost poetical poetry
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