Saturday, July 09, 2016

Poetry, the refuge of hopelessly self-important and melodramatic ass-hats

Stamp my feet
Timing your beat
The drop beneath
Thirty thousand feet
Humanities feat
The pond elite
The Plans are now fully complete

Blueprints for your destruction
The diagram of your end
Scientific reduction
will send us round the bend
Send me back
To you
Spooky action from a far
The distance between us does not dictate
where we really are

Is fuel
Your innocence
We're dual
But sides
Of one flat earth
Take me back
To the birth
Of our lighted
I don't care for
The others
I care
We're lovers
Who are not
Above it
For nothing and
Nothing changes
You are
My axis and I
For you

I prefer your old stuff