in dumping May
some dumped in
jouous June.
The more we play with words
the more we play with words.
Some pieces are
in a draw now:
Your raw antics
everytime you act
and my dry chronicles
of winter and spring
in the dark.
So it is a hole world
in hollow darkness
by smothering summer.
Some pieces
make me eager
to tear you more
in pieces.
Don't worry!
Just catch yourself
out of the battered bay
and share it
with the shattered mirrors.
to put yourself together
you should put
yourself
together.
Be happy baby!
Some pieces of you
an incidental finding
after analytical criticism
in a deconstruction session.
Some pages of your book
found with the wind
and some words
written in sky.
What are you doing to you?
You're getting bored baby!
SUMMER DAY,2010
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