PoolsRainwater drops drip on slick pavement Kissing one another on impact As the clouds give way the moonlight shines Its glistening beams radiate from black poolsPools
Final drops collide and ripple though puddles The chaotic rings reverberate in rhythmic waves Oil rainbows and metallic dust clutter clarity The water black as the night’s sky
Reflects the universe in minute details A tiny representation of infinity
In a pool of life’s basic need Unending time and bright starbursts Slowly evaporating into nothing The universe draws to a close As the pool shrivels and
Earths ExperianceSunflowers turn in surprise at the sky Opening with bright faces to the rays The ground around me is sweet Smelling of fresh cut grass I lie stiffly on the ground Feeling the earth on my back The dirt dimpling my fleshEarths Experiance
Seaward swaying of eternal life
Seeping into my skin Absorbing creation into my blood Fantastic images flash through my eyes Closed and staring at the sun Every existence trembles through me Wrenching at my soul for importance Crushing my heart and dreams Flooding me with the worlds pains Every last hateful emotion Poured int
New TestimonyI burnt the cheese in the ovenNew Testimony
On the chips To a crispy color like
Day old bruses Gone for a minute
Poor golden wedges They came out real burnt Scared for life Black and crunchy
Very unloved They were still eaten In ode to the Nacho
PavementWalk along an orange lit sidewalk The street lamp humming high above While ant size creature’s converse and talk Individual rectangular worlds Made of cement and rocks Step across the cracks Stop to look back Let the damp dewy night air Sink into a mind void of care Never step back over the tiny gap Move in the direction of life Underneath the familiar milky-way The universe’s belt strap The future is in every step When the foot hits the next section It can never go back in the opposite direction The path traveled is behind the path ahead ObvPavement
Feels like painI swallow mixed pills in the memory of you slowly go down and burn out and I hope you swallow rusted steel or pieces of glass for everything that you love and I hope it cuts you openFeels like pain
Will you break my bones tonight? Maybe you could actually care this time Maybe you could slap me around And then fall into a blazing fire
I swallow shards of mettalic instruments in hopes I\'ll forget you but they sting and I choke and you try to take away my knives but I chew on them eating the sharpness and cutting my tongue take away my aluminum
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