My name is Whatever
Whatever is my name
I am never the same
as wicked as a poem
twisted like words dying in the gutter
nobody knows me
Neither do I
my pages are odd with no end
My name is whatever
I will die forever
thus my pouring nonsense
to free my brain from chains
little ghost dance do dance
I won’t ever be lonely
my name is whatever
as careless as a tomb with no flowers
but many lies and blurs in my hair
and behind my eyes
no truth to be found
whatever is my name
I twirl like a china white flame
I have my only alter echo
inside a tiny marble chest
a treasure or a nest
an honest emptiness
My name is whatever
and I’ve always embraced my numerous nonsense(…)
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