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Ermagerd!

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By BrenPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read
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i thought of something

so fine and uniquely good

just a minute or so ago

it gave me fuckin gersberms

it had four almost perfect lines

beaming straight to me

on a special frequency

of a lit-er-ary

vine ripened

fecundity

a something, a moment

so

F U C K I N G

vivid,

so gobsmackingly good

i gotta get this down

i said both aloud and to myself

and then

i can’t be sure

was this my white whale?

and me – maybe dick?

i found an illusion

inside my delusion

please excuse my confusion

i was probably

out to lunch

i felt it i heard it

i tried to share

i tried to word it

but it slipped my tenuous grasp

an instant sorrow

in it's absence

so

i rolled

another marijuana cigarette

i poured

another drink

i became

a part of my distractions

then i tried

to find

then i tried

to think

i puffed

i sipped

but the only thing that came to me

bearing in mind that this

is not a social occasion

what was supposed to be

a simple equation

evolved revolved,

a slow motion inebriation

self administered retardation

this moment has escaped me

i was looking for something

that wasn't lost

more of a misplaced for now type of groove

i looked into the space

between my ears, behind my eyes

i reached into the darkness

i looked into the shadows

i looked into my mind

and still

i try to find

those words

that got

left behind

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Bren

“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.” Me

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    Written by Bren