doggerel for long nights, knives and life poem by Ken Peters


they want a human face
they want a human emotion
but why float on this stream of consciousness
when i can drown in an ocean?
I’m a sinner/saint and entirely at home
but don’t make me be here all alone
i’ll give then a human face
reveal a global position
but won’t play the knave
when receiving my transmission
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