I want to see the world from below
trapdoor beneath the leaves and the snow
hiding in the foliage I foster friendships as a spider
every scandal unearthed cinnamon from the apples in cider
I wanna fly on the wings of giants and become one with lightning
travel the storms, insect swarms and be amid the scents from the fruits ripening
it is my sense that when condensed all news is meant to be frightening
I should hate you for your values
There should be no place left for any controversial opinions to be hiding
I want data sheets of all currencies ever held by hunter biden
I wanna see the world from below
so my mind can be enthrivened
I was gone for a time
now its all the same memes
there is no escape from dating yourself into being too dated
every restaurant I see looks like a sad grey dojo
The boxy shapes with flat top slatted roofs, a columb protuding in iconic ionic fashion between two skinny dog walkers a jagged broken bottle and booths.
leather imprinted pretzel buns are served to me on a red tray which goes comfortably into the overstuff wastebin near the cabaret.
I ponder how many sesame seeds I can count between the coins and clutter adding up each dollar amount.
Why did everything become so desperate to look the same as each other. I thought only people did that.
now im longing for a restaurant that even looks like it will make me get fat.
The little man
The little man knows smiles and faces, knows tastes and knows places. He knows if he is happy- and he almost always is, he knows when he’s not and knows exactly what is his. He knows who matters and to him that’s all he sees; he knows everything he needs to know what is here and in between. His life is not like yours and it’s not at all like mine; but he’s a little man with a plan and his plan is his quite divine. The little man doesn’t know that he is interesting, he doesn’t realize he is unique but the little man is the only one who can dream whenever he speaks. His mothers tears are not of fears but of hoping little man lives great, what she should know is the absolute show that little man creates. There will always be a place for little mans face in every person’s mind; because little man has a little magic that no one can define. We could all use a little man in ourself and never need any more wealth because little man is a dandy dan who might watch sports like a vandy fan. So if little man grows up like his towering elders, little man will live to see all the people he held first. Do not fear for little man, because he is already a crumb of decadence and proof that joy comes unexpectedly by chance.
A little man may seem little at first but hes worth a second glance.
grey skies and abomination rain
Is there no end to
grey skies and abomination rain
that occur when a sane person on a cloud
gets to have its own la nina party?
does the earth tilt round in its own sacred crowd while the other planets looming cant surround her in the glooming of the bodies of the vacuum that practice for the moon
do you ask an empty box in a corner what is in it when you find them?
and is nothings ever captured or controlled for the sake of being spared because its sacred but you dont bite when
The top of the mountain got stripped by a miner for a nugget made of gold while the fires rage below and im counting on a sprout of an oak to finallygrow and be about living on
living on
When you smile
its like the earth is not struggling to breathe
when you smile
it reminds me of the concept or idea of reprieve
is there any room for rivers flowing back to ancient times where I belong when the air just smelled of pine because if theres no answer for me in the time Ill just claim it all as mine
Oh I cannot be
left without a shine on my forehead
I embrace whatever sun can pour through
but I know
Im an archer in a minefield, and every arrow fired is into
you
What do the worms think when they have no brains
is it time for rain?
I can claim to be a buddhist or a monk and im
hoarding all my junk in a basket made of old pringle chips
and your soul is now my dip
im an archer in a twister that is forcing it
it is forcing it
the only wrinkle that I see
Is this force between you and me
the one where I take a shovel and bury all
my coal and your heating up my soul
so I run to you
and I run real fast