Unrecognizable paints in him,
hitchhiker came where he could rest.
He left the ticking clock in his silver cupboard,
for centuries he had to walk for his father and his schools of music.
Enough now…he has found his purple polygamy in utter nothingness.
From misogynistic hunters to compulsive poets,
he has seen all.
His clock must be stopped by now…without the electrifying venoms,
only he knows the mortal things he has always wanted to beat are these raping troopers of time.
And he has done that with flying colors,
by being a homeless… aimless juggler.
He can now take his own disappearence.
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Painting: Danielle Parent.
Nice flow of thoughts,keep writing
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Thanks a lot. ☺️
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I enjoyed this poem!
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Thank you.
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