April 19, 2007
Posted by K in Poem.trackback
I’ve got to clear up my backyard
Before I turn to the ’scope
To see more-
The Future
There is enough lying around
Plenty of trash to be found
Pieces of the building block
That have fallen away
Look my eyes away from there
The inward glance is what I pray
Before I lose myself to
New found madness
A spinning top out of control
A ray of light focussed to kill
All signs of the previous life
That builds like leaves in the backyard
A hope to rise
Look to the right
Look to the left
Look to everywhere but there
The bubble it formed
The bubble it rose
The bubble bursting-
Never fun to-
And I don’t want to-
Watch.
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🙂 Bhaalo. But you have to watch, na?
You do, don’t you? 🙂
‘a ray of light focussed to kill ‘ shit *gets goosebumps*
The past life, man, not me :p