Dud Sea Scrawls The Writing, clearly, is not on the wall!

Don’t come too close to me
I will see all your pimples

I will smell your humanness
and how disgustingly unperfect you are

I love only those dreams
and i cherish poetic visions

float where you are blurry
where I can imagine things into you

I can’t change how I was hypnotized
I can’t shoot those poets and writers

But I can shun you
for not being my dream

I have no wish to hate you
in a measure equal to my shame

Don’t stand too close to me
Your realness is not my concern

The End