Sunday, 26 April 2020
Tuesday, 17 March 2020
autobiographical poem
Fynn
Is pretty loud, yappy to, kinda weird in some ways and spazzes because I don’t know.
Is the younger brother of Eamon who is 13.
Lover of the dark void of space, games that include creativity and my uphill original house.
Feels down about boring tiring Monday, feels empty about space being infinite and adored games.
Requires oxygen, ozone, an atmosphere and spinning planet to exist.
Gifts things like pokemon cards, nerf darts and hydrogen because he feels like it.
His bones tremble down to heights, everyone perishing in an instant and gravity flipping around.
Eyes hungry to see the universe start all over along with some brilliant supernovas and an eye boiling solar eclipse.
Is a veteran of greymouth nz.
O’keefe.
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