
WONKA



HAPPY
maybe if I fill
my world with
bright and
shiny
I’ll
be happy
maybe if I
shop until I drop
I can live
the rainbow
spectrum
of my world
so
little time
to convert my life
into plastic
palace of
magnificence
just a few hours
so I must splurge
every
which way




POEM FOR BREAKFAST
Planet of
the blind
planet
of ghosts
things you
wouod not believe
co-existing
wheatfields
far as the eye can see.
morning toast
that you burnt horribly.


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