Vive le difference!

Doused in despair
agonised men narrate
tales of their sorrow.
Some on paper, a few
striking cords on their
guitars,
Screaming, while happy kids
hook their lives to
playstations, diet coke-cheese burgers and chicken sandwiches.

Setting sun
red skies
talk to me.
Language-blood
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Deep around the horizon
is the reflection of
my inner self.
I acknowledge
its existence,
just that I cant
reach it

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Creeping vines
grapes and women
vernalise
in the winter cold.
Dispassionate
cold
ugly
winters of life.