Love poem.docx

I’ve had a gin

(or two)

my thoughts stirred

into brownian

motion

 

The keyboard

(carelessly)

puts letters and spaces

where they

shoulnd’t

oug hht to be

 

one

the sky is raging

(red)

and all teh birds

refuse to fly

 

(or maybe three)

 

two

the clouds are granite

(grey)

adn all the tres

are crying leaves

 

three

the earth is branded

(black)

and all the seas

ar fiercely burning

 

(I decide that five

is the number of love)

 

four

the flowrs are coughing

(crimson)

and all the grass

is shattering

 

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five

my hands are withered

(white)

my careless arms

hold an empty space

 

The screen shimmers

(like water)