Category : Poems

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(Chorus)
Cir-cle-ing on 
Continuous 
Flat I’m, 
Circl-ing a 
Contnuous 
Flatlin-e.


Cir-cle-ing on 
Continuous 
Flat I’m,
Circl-ing a 
Contenuous 
Flatlin-e.


1
I’ve been Circling this 
Pile by the foot size-d,
Red size twelves round 
These Intestines found.


Of shredded torn out
The Belly insides as 
I Looked up only then 
Did I realize that,


Vultures are present 
On the stockpile. 
Shouting with Eyes Wide 
They’re Sur-prise,


I’m Under the claws on
Who these Winged stand,
While beside Them yelling 
Out to Me Grab my Hand!


(Chorus)
Cir-cle-ing on 
Continuous 
Flat I’m,
Circl-ing a 
Contenuous 
Flatlin-e.


Cir-cle-ing on 
Continuous 
Flat I’m,
Circl-ing a 
Contenuous 
Flatlin-e.


2
Echoes repeating you
Know that sound the 
Vulture do?


As I cursing Them out to
Their  KawKaws KawKaww of 
What more can You do?


Honestly Are We Still Alive 
To Watch Hour Second Mind 
Bored at What Min-utes 
To Four or Five? 


As They’re All in agreement Their Echoes bring further until I 
Can no longer see my Other
They’re Finishing You.


(Chorus)
Cir-cle-ing on 
Continuous 
Flat I’m. 
Circl-ing a 
Contenuous 
Flatlin-e.


Cir-cle-ing on 
Continuous 
Flat I’m. 
Circl-ing a 
Contenuous 
Flatline.


3
Vultures there present 
On a stockpile.
Not excluding Me,
Another Dead Body.


Looking up into 
The Sunshine As 
I look up at Me 
Asking Curiously.


Honestly Are We Still Alive 
To Watch Hour Second Mind!
Bored at What Min-utes 
To Four or Five? 


Watching Reflection’s 
Sun Dial just To see, 
My Shadow giving 
Me No Time.