poetry

[futurehuman]

Poetry is pretensious,
how fitting is that.
The Lady of the world
stooping to greet her subjects.

The paint runs artistically,
like ketchup.
What's more artistic than
ketchup?

It blends together
with words that undulate on the tongue.
That distinctive sheen
and peculiar smell.

I see beauty
everywhere, in everything.
Don't you wish
you were me?