Hats
Why should the woods be caged
In order to look alike?
Multi-colored umbrellas
In the wild
Jailed in a hat
Mold makers with style
Colors, feathers, and sounds
Stomping off your mind
Vibrations dig up a smile
That cracks all the way
Up to your melting eyes
Emulators of light
Outsider tones
Flooding your speech
One slaughtered sheep
Absorbed by the void
Returns as gray, rolling spheres
With no value at all
Fish turn unable to drop
Their folded paper stones
Sand walkers of our world
Canned mushrooms lay ahead
They all look the same
Sons of a geometric shape
Nothingness growing up
Directly from your head
Falling around your neck
Stands locked, so it waits
For you to smash the jar
Revival of the white flash
Ideas should not fit in a hat....
Copyright © Cesar Cantu | Year Posted 2009
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