---THE  POET'S  RECOLLECTION---



no one 

poets do not die

the poets themselves

they hang themselves

they watch it

some are sad

properties

occasionally

READ  - EAT - DRINK 

more of them 

speaking

in the middle of money 

you 

 

by the sound of a cock

laughtre is another

without agreements

loved once 

cey and mourn 

by heats

this is called conspiracy

one of them to anyone 

blame

then 


seldom 

stop somewhere and get together

bottle of beer 

the four conspire 

and then time 

they leave without saying a word 

LAST 

everyone leaves

of course

NO ONE KILL POETS
POETS HANG THEMSELVES





 


 

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