vertical, this
vertigo
pulling at lips
dusky corners,
beseeching.
hand-me-down
run-around
doe eyes,
darkness.
timber, pine
cinders
wind the clock
upon mantle
counting time since
before war or two
for me, you.
This diffidence
is feral, infantile.
Claim the field
reddening grasses
tattered flags, satin.
linen you lie in
hyperbole distance
color of indigo weeping
softly, so soft, as to
capture whisper
fine mesh chinois
filter sound to only
meaning.
sagging braggadocio
quiet politicos sign
double entendre.
Where now will
your breath go?
keep it slow.
ever, ever
so very low.
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RamJet Poetry 
Beautiful
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Thanks so much 🙏🖤
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Your a wordsmith of poetic beauty my friend. 🙂
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Thanks so much Charlie. Happy to have U back
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You’re very welcome. It’s always a pleasure for me to read your brilliant work of raw and honest creative poetry. 🙂
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Where now will
your breath go?
keep it slow.
ever, ever
so very low — beautiful!
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thank you Basilike! Hope you are well
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I am, just overwhelmed by life and everything. Thank you for asking! I hope you are well too.
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getting worse at a slower rate 😉
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Here life is getting worse at spectacular speed.
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oh yeah here too, I’m just getting worse at a slower rate. My God the state of my country……sigh
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And the state of mine…
Live your myth in Greece (ha ha ha!)
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heh, that’s funny!
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It was a slogan from a holiday campaign. Yes, it’s funny. We live the myth every fucking day.
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We do too it’s called Hollywood and rock stardom. We’re all going to be rich and famous 😝
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Going to? You mean we’re not already?
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Beautifully written as always 🖤
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Thank you 🙏🖤
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No problem! 👍🖤
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