And i had almost given up!
picture me reading that empty
Bright Orange thing with limbs
and leaves and a fire place to burn
Chinese food like our grotesque stomachs
in the wet dandelion wants of telling the grass
what it knows; O this species yearns and pilfers
through its growing roots asking why o why do I burn?
I had almost given up when I looked at the moon and saw it
Dying on center stage like some animal in some darkblack cage.
We can make up anything we want, but what dazes us most is that
it is all other stripes of magnetism We want others to swipe through
in body clutched night, resolving to harden since we did choose to fight.
