Words

poem is a naked person….Some people say that I am a poet."
― Bob Dylan


I sometimes think
that love stock
was simply exhausted
and people stopped dreaming.

Say nothing about my sinking at the battom.
you are exhasted by loneliness,
you are postmodernist God
simple and flixible,
sad and performing on novelity
but you get into trouble
and it might be happen or not happen
and should write poems on Manhattan evenings.

When the words on the tip
of tongue choose staying
I realize that they are afraid
of born,
of the world which are exhausted
of love stock.

by Hans Promwell

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