an evening with its stars
and all that hanging up
and all this lying carelessly on
these streets and these roads
shimmering lights miles away
or is it my eyeballs cracking
imagining in turmoil what is quiet
I listen to the gibberish of an asshole
whom I have never talked to
whom I have never seen
he is talking without stopping
nothing stopping his talking
not these serene winds
or this clear sky
or this old corpse of a lady
sitting next to him
eating stones
nothing stopping him
I was talking to Dostoyevsky
it was a talk going all fine
and then that asshole jumped right
in the middle of it
in the middle of this evening
that was going all fine
before that asshole
decide to open his mouth
and then decided
to never close it
and now all that
which was going all fine
I wait for its return.
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A QUICK UPDATE ON THE BOOK
Finished the first round of editing. I thought it would take a week, and a week is what it took, so that’s good. Second round of editing, I plan to start soon. That’s all for now. I thank you for hanging around and reading my words.
– tomic riter
Tomic Riter 
And the gibberish was ignored
and the mummy turned to dust
and the light shone through the cracks
and grew a small green plant.
And the magi took it up
with fresh soil around its roots
and potted it on his windowsill
until whole and hearty it grew.
And then he freed it in love’s garden
to thrive beneath the blue
where soon came Dostoyevsky
to admire shimmering stars there, too.
~ LiaThePo’ ;))
What a great poem you wrote up there… wow. Struck a true chord somehow. I’ve been writing of corpses too. Glad the editing’s going so well, Tomic. :))
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Thanks Lia. Your poem is wonderful too! Loved it! 🙂
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