From sermons
Else’s over random radio volume mist, unhappy films in weary
earlier echoes pollution, More threatened static
I honour spirits, kill factory worry
Will wants, followers, members, cannibals eat Buddha, All melts
inside a practical furniture room, roses daze Me

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5 Responses to Yeah!

  1. Yes! this pattern of cut up poetry is very very experimental and so much imagery awaken in your work. Please, keep doing more. I’ll be doing more cut ups like always. 🙂

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