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Live, Love & Taser

Gaze through a prism.

By Tuomo PaananenPublished 5 years ago 1 min read

Live, Love & Taser

Career I had

a rented room in a shared household

I had

Sponge I used to clean the dishes

also those that were not mine

Friends I had too

and their grey bins I took out

every other week

Now who do you think you are

coming and pulling

the carpet under my London

mind is the gap

now like gyroscope

whirling in the mid-air

not too kind

leaking colourful laser goo

pink, green & blue

tattooing the shapes of you

onto

this marmite toast of

a head of mine

gone forever

via this system shocker

contactless

came this poor old sod

mad focker

surreal poetry

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    Written by Tuomo Paananen