(no subject)
writings:
the cup in front of
myself (with steam pouring
from the top),
is white, small, warm.
But is the cup
carrying with it
(white,
small,
warm)
?
or does
(white
small
warm,)
make the cup?
the sun God
Smiled upon the peoples.
He blessed their crops
and shelters.
He cried on their
grey days
(leaving the
greenest, most beautiful thoughts
on the Earth).
He blew air through
the rocky canyons
of their homes.
He left them as
Ruins, ages later.
the sun (g)od
Smiled upon the peoples.
(Briefly.)
you'd think
with a car like
that, Mr. Thompson
would be grinning.
you'd think
with wheels like
that, the pigeons
would be screaming.
you'd think
with an engine like
that, the women
would be moaning and panting.
you'd think
with tires like
that, the asphalt
would be outraged.
you'd think
with designs like
that, the boys
would be barking.
you'd think
with thoughts like
this, Mr. Thompson
would be happy.
E
x
i
s
t
e
n
c
e
;
It's Rather (
a silly)
C on c ept
They say "we
have awoke in
an era of
Red" but,
We should rest away
in the epochs of
Yellow"
If it was love,
you wouldn't have
moaned for him.
crunch, crunch
crumb, tap, crunch,
stir, stir, tap
"I have not a thing to say
to you;"
tap, tap, tick
tick-
tick-
tock.
the lonely photon of sunlight,
Elegantly swimming, (splashing through)
the brilliant curves of
spacetime.
tall beacons on the outskirts
tell celestial ships
(having every idea
where to steer), that
the morning is fresh, with
fish jumping and colliding.
the dock ready for
smiling merchants.
you (the one crying)
always vibrant,
rarely questioning,
sometimes trying to look up.
I (the one laughing)
always to myself,
rarely accepting,
sometimes trying to look up.