AND now in peace they are crying
Now And now the dark sun grows.
I shall kiss the lovely lips
of the mushrooms and moon.
And if heaven sends me gifts:
I ask for:
One is an endless love.
Two is the undying heart
where autumn leaves fall
within my gapping mouth.
A third is peace. The
solemn winter where snow falls.
And if there is another number
that chases me it is fifthly:
to drown my fear --> where you
all just disappear.
I(myself and me) will adjust
not to sleep without your eyes
And I adjust just to Spring
with the mushrooms and moon
And the dark sun grows.
Grows.
:: 11-05-2017 ::
Categories:
fifthly, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Telephones.
These things cause more aggro thanb any single object in the universe,
Firstly if you ring a service you're afflicted by a sadist female voice telling you to know your
place and follow the instructions,
Secondly if you phone someone with a mobile then its practically impossible to reach them
because they're high on cocaine,
Thirdly if you try to phone a friend they say 'I'm busy can you call back later,
And fourthly if someone phones you then its probably a company's recorded message saying
congratulations you've won the east coast of majorca,
Fifthly if you haven't been totally p##### off by now then the devil calls and tells you,
You're going to hell for eternity.
I've thrown mine out.
Good riddance to bad rubbish.
Categories:
fifthly, angst
Form: I do not know?