The celebrated man in the street
I became what I was before.
Now awake, I hold her hands,
my soul serene.
Always still, life rushes by.
I wait.
Infinity unfolds.
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Need a doc, a physician, hurts unraveling these positions.
Syllogisms break, split into paroxysms.
Perhaps I don’t get all the mechanisms
Of these organisms, hierarchies of munitions,
Biting, spitting, running, pinching, stabbing me, my inhibitions.
Frenetic pace will not stop; a chasm of malapropisms.
Capitalisms merges corporatism, such a dissum.
Spiritualism takes a back seat to materialisms.
Excuses me’ums I must go and pissisms.
– Josef
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The abandoned wreck lay in the street. .We climbed and jumped; so
The abandoned wreck lay in the street.
We climbed and jumped; so much to do that week.
A mattress appeared and now our feats grew.
Then one day no more; someone took it away.
Another week, a sewer formed a lake
from which sprung exotic adventures and competitions.
I played a pirate with my wooden sword, my buddy slayed the savage sea beast.
Then one day no more; someone took it away.
Nostalgic, I look back on those days. I was not poor; I enjoyed the endless array
Of things abandoned, trees to climb, hidden corners, and the paradise of neglected yards.
When summer lasted years, and the fun was measured by my socks and
how far they peeked from the holes in the bottoms of my shoes.
On rainy days from the past to today,
I can almost feel my soggy socks
and like an echo in my heart,
hear my mother calling me to come from play.
— Josef
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