Artistic Ironic Nonsence ( I hate the Mainstream).

Running, running, a field of dewy surprises

tucked away under highighter green grass

frozen faucets offer no use when

my thirst left under miles of starving games

we play when we search for spiritual feasts

through magazine's celebrities, soul searching

away through gurus and circus freaks

giant elephants under carnival cars

reddit redos and subtopics

online make me cry

nonsence, nonsence, nonsense

writer's block, block no more.

 

-Julien Grey

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