independent thoughts
Posted to Action Poetry
by firsty on 2003-05-15 17:36:00
it is possible to implode
when you feel
so full
of yourself?
the mind takes us on the misery ride
and only slows to push us off
somewhere in the jungle
and rides off,
laughing
toes are for those
with a weak stomach
and an aching heart
inside your eyes,
when you reap the worth
of time,
it sometimes shows itself
in streaks of light
violet and red
and painful
and dead
the moon's disappearing tonite
and maybe it wont come back
unless everyone runs outside in their socks,
and steps in puddles and glass,
and begs for it back;
begs
flaws are temporary,
sometimes
and there's nothing in a hero
that lasts
except statues
where pigeons shit.
