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a haiku
- - -
I don't want to say
your emotions are bullshit.
They totally are.
- - -
You have a knife in your brain,
a sharpened instrument
with a million possible uses.
You could topple a redwood
with a thought the size of an axe,
instead you skin and gut
the intentions of others,
as if their intentions
are nothing but tonight's dinner.
You'll never fill your belly
with the words of your friends,
chopping them so finely isn't helping
anyone.
Forget what people say
now.
Remember what they do
say, tomorrow.
When the room isn't this hot,
when your head isn't melting like an ice-cube
on an Arizona counter in August.
Sometimes shit falls on you
like big brown frogs from the sky.
and The people you love
are umbrellas,
open them up with your hands;
and never leave them in the bathtub
when you don't need them.
Reward them for their work,
hang them in a place of prominence,
brag about them to everyone.
After all, they keep you clean
when a spiteful heaven
showers you with unfortunate circumstances.
-Phil
- - -
I don't want to say
your emotions are bullshit.
They totally are.
- - -
You have a knife in your brain,
a sharpened instrument
with a million possible uses.
You could topple a redwood
with a thought the size of an axe,
instead you skin and gut
the intentions of others,
as if their intentions
are nothing but tonight's dinner.
You'll never fill your belly
with the words of your friends,
chopping them so finely isn't helping
anyone.
Forget what people say
now.
Remember what they do
say, tomorrow.
When the room isn't this hot,
when your head isn't melting like an ice-cube
on an Arizona counter in August.
Sometimes shit falls on you
like big brown frogs from the sky.
and The people you love
are umbrellas,
open them up with your hands;
and never leave them in the bathtub
when you don't need them.
Reward them for their work,
hang them in a place of prominence,
brag about them to everyone.
After all, they keep you clean
when a spiteful heaven
showers you with unfortunate circumstances.
-Phil