zeit cach'e | poetry by Jodde Maree
What's with courtesies of vocabularies my poetic madness it seems?
Travelling with my own allies they hound my every burning hour
I study maps cities and authorizations where do I live among these futures?
The sky seems to be looking over my shoulder each day
I run walk and stroll around these countless cities as I discover more ash letters
I'm quite sure I have now devoured all my quintessential lairs
Somewhere inside me they may still be alive?
I have fizzled out each deliberate pause with my own blood extracts
Stolen burned and reinvented each fire storm yet my head still yearns
I cannot find enough words to consume these particle intrusions
Why am late with everyone else?
I think I sold myself st Michael as he travels too with these astral philosophies
What's a natural alternative?
There are No nets up here
Writing with allies while I listen to their madness.
Howling summers lint I found today a world away
My domesticated studies have proven me wrong
I dug through laundry smells with human excavations
Dear anonymous child don't pay your rent again
Don't lie without conviction.
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