New One - wrote it in the shower
EvilToasterElf
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I rode to the end of the last ocean
It did not satisfy me
So I rode up through a dark sky
and Pierce the sagging Cumulous Clouds
Still higher I gain speed passing through a
meticulous stratus cluster
Until I reach my destination and knock
on a black door of space
And ask the stars to come out and play
instead I enter for dinner, it is too
late for them to come outside
At dinner I am a corkscrew, necessary
to open a fine merlot
I spill it
and red life runs across whitenoise tablecloths
staining the chaos
I sit at the chair of my shame
and the chair of my triumph
I mark and am marked
by the faded magenta that still spirals
through the tablecloth, and the cheap bulsa wood
through a drainpipe
bypassing the ocean straight to the molten core
of that sterile house
filled with dusty probability
from which the comets still yield calculations
and winter children blink at weather forecasts
It did not satisfy me
So I rode up through a dark sky
and Pierce the sagging Cumulous Clouds
Still higher I gain speed passing through a
meticulous stratus cluster
Until I reach my destination and knock
on a black door of space
And ask the stars to come out and play
instead I enter for dinner, it is too
late for them to come outside
At dinner I am a corkscrew, necessary
to open a fine merlot
I spill it
and red life runs across whitenoise tablecloths
staining the chaos
I sit at the chair of my shame
and the chair of my triumph
I mark and am marked
by the faded magenta that still spirals
through the tablecloth, and the cheap bulsa wood
through a drainpipe
bypassing the ocean straight to the molten core
of that sterile house
filled with dusty probability
from which the comets still yield calculations
and winter children blink at weather forecasts
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i like it...
the chaos...
thanks