hello world
an old poem that i found from altimira days, that reminds me of life now more than then;
that morning rose flushed bloomed in awaking cars rolling sleepily down the road I relax on the couch with my friend waiting for no one in particular. Gnawing on my keys tapping in a wave of impatience the world was slowing. filling. populating.
the last time i was here great tea i remember- some reaction is automatic
Senses- the smells familliar- haunting recalling me
the world was speeding up- winding to its regular groove
next door someone begins playing some melodious song- on the guitar- writing for quarters
the summer melted aesthetic jade water, the cold preceeding
a period not so delicate to have known before passing waiting smelling jumping..
in wonderment people pass without looking
one would nod his head the other way- makes himself feel better- without giving money
They rolled further in the night's calm shifting fleeting crying....
and time was lost
goodnight world
that morning rose flushed bloomed in awaking cars rolling sleepily down the road I relax on the couch with my friend waiting for no one in particular. Gnawing on my keys tapping in a wave of impatience the world was slowing. filling. populating.
the last time i was here great tea i remember- some reaction is automatic
Senses- the smells familliar- haunting recalling me
the world was speeding up- winding to its regular groove
next door someone begins playing some melodious song- on the guitar- writing for quarters
the summer melted aesthetic jade water, the cold preceeding
a period not so delicate to have known before passing waiting smelling jumping..
in wonderment people pass without looking
one would nod his head the other way- makes himself feel better- without giving money
They rolled further in the night's calm shifting fleeting crying....
and time was lost
goodnight world