utter, absolute nonsense
I sewed wings on my feet, like Mercury,
like Icarus flying off with reckless abandon.
Method and madness are two sides of the same coin,
Like a cliché rusty and dusty in a bureau drawer.
There was a bouquet of roses on my doorstep when I stepped out this morning; they were yellow. I remembered what had been said: red for love, white for weddings, silver for poetry. Yellow, though, I couldn't remember. Yellow was the color of sunshine, of lemons, of fresh piss. I stepped over them without picking one up, and continued down the street. The morning was brisk; I hate that word because too many people use it, but this time it was true. Brisk sounds like you just bit into a new apple, sounds like sitting down on a haybale in the back of a horse-cart; normally I would shy away from such tired comparisons, but they're the only true ones. I wrapped a scarf around my neck, once twice, and never noticed that it had moth holes in it.
like Icarus flying off with reckless abandon.
Method and madness are two sides of the same coin,
Like a cliché rusty and dusty in a bureau drawer.
There was a bouquet of roses on my doorstep when I stepped out this morning; they were yellow. I remembered what had been said: red for love, white for weddings, silver for poetry. Yellow, though, I couldn't remember. Yellow was the color of sunshine, of lemons, of fresh piss. I stepped over them without picking one up, and continued down the street. The morning was brisk; I hate that word because too many people use it, but this time it was true. Brisk sounds like you just bit into a new apple, sounds like sitting down on a haybale in the back of a horse-cart; normally I would shy away from such tired comparisons, but they're the only true ones. I wrapped a scarf around my neck, once twice, and never noticed that it had moth holes in it.