Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Fears run as a fake nun

Cream running is dark swirls

A very deflated world

Livid then a beached whale

A place of mud and muddy

Thoughts to get lost in

I gain new shoes

There is a parade of balloons

So much to eat

Much more to do.


As too persist can be stupid

When there danger and that is it

The child wakes into a real world

A universe with other rules

And tears unfold and ripple

People all of them

Very much the same

Anger needs a cleaner

Or it becomes a fever

So say no to liquor 

The winds take nothing

Birds turn

Keep on turning 

With the world round

Spinning with hands

Grasping. 

 

Data Giant!