What Do You Think?

Come, meet me at the door;
there's a small lamp - a chandelier,
hook up to the ceiling's floor,

touch it but do not see it

see it and you will feel it

feel it and you will regret it

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For you,
I walk with my head not with my feet.

Look! There is the street, wait for me.

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Since Sunday, the orange tree
gives mandarins,
some say it's inevitable
it's roots were intertwined,
becoming one...

{Yes. it gives no more oranges but tangerines.}

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may be my toe nails are hairs.
they are black and thick,

Seee....

Shh...

[ I blame genetics ]

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may be my feet have eyes
and my head has nails

some say when I stare,
I hammered into them chills
till they freeze
and bleed
away
from
me

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may be, I'm like that orange tree.

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Since Sunday,
I walk with my head and not with my feet,
I walk with my eyes on the ceiling's floor
and not on the streets,

may be,
I am intertwined,
becoming one...

yes, with you:

NONSENSE!

Written by: L.L.

August 15, 2016