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Pierrot Lunaire
By Adam Ahmed
Stay inside and eat a pomegranate
on a rainy day the smell of wet
paint on a famished wall while
the juice is running down
your wrists like a second set of
veins outside cherry blossoms
falling on the face of the apartment
complex like someone got their brain
blown away with rain tonight into
the sticky breath of the wind you run
your hand through your traumaed hair
like a harp what a mess you make a shadow
of a bare tree listed on the wall like veins
in a wrist and hand prints all over
the wall as if you ran for it dripping
By Adam Ahmed
Stay inside and eat a pomegranate
on a rainy day the smell of wet
paint on a famished wall while
the juice is running down
your wrists like a second set of
veins outside cherry blossoms
falling on the face of the apartment
complex like someone got their brain
blown away with rain tonight into
the sticky breath of the wind you run
your hand through your traumaed hair
like a harp what a mess you make a shadow
of a bare tree listed on the wall like veins
in a wrist and hand prints all over
the wall as if you ran for it dripping