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Contemplation (a poem)
Written by Koraly Dimitriadis on 9-12-2009
Contemplation of
creamy moussaka,
or fish and chips.
Contemplation of
another one child
with a male womb.
Contemplation of
damned souls Orthodox,
blessed in a church.
Contemplation of
Snoop Doggy Dog hum
regulating.
Contemplation, contemplation,
contemplation of numbness
dancing in darkness
with strobes of
lights and
blindness.
Contemplation of fifty scotches
straight when it’s too late
for a date and you really
should have ate
contemplation.
Contemplation of her /
of scissors to her long
perfect strands
or maybe her
throat contemplation
Contemplation of us
touching
contemplation of us
fucking
contemplation of a
razor to my imperfect
olive skin
contemplation.
© Koraly Dimitriadis
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