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And there was never 20 dollars to pay.
I’m not sure what they mean.
The colorless days are spiked with pepper,
but color is what they need, and there’s a place where feelings rush loudly into my own love.

W(h)ere you there? And if so, did
you stop to sex up the vacuous
robots before losing faith in
everything that was stupid in the
first place?

I’m not sure what it means.

Clouds above me like imagined
acid gumdrops are not there.
Skies can fleece me. Of all
feelings of stymied unwieldiness.
But these days with my back
against the wall always seem
to lead to something better.

It’s the floating, abstractions
that really kill your pe/iace of mind
in the end.

~*~

~KafkA

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Graham Smith is a Voluntaryist activist, creator, and peaceful parent residing in Niigata City, Japan. Graham runs the "Voluntary Japan" online initiative with a presence here on Steem, as well as DTube and Twitter. (Hit me up so I can stop talking about myself in the third person!)