Roamer on lithium-ion note,
human discourse has evolved
into the latest trend.
We play lithium powered lip lag,
kissing through the media.
Tip-tap tag, a touch here and there,
I slowly chisel away at you soul
with the sharpest, finest pointed words.
Are you in, or are you in?
I keep it simple, stupid.
I play Shakespeare and you play
the audience. I condense
words to their baresense.
The script looks refined,
doubled checked, sublime.
We KISS through the media,
taking turns in a game of finger freeze-
tag. You're it. And I'm the audience.
r u n r r u n?
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 2:05 PM UTC
for the farmers
The soft, barn red
bricks took away your childhood;
thus giving you a manhood.
Passerbyers rush with business
through the concrete paved
flowing streets.
Once in a while, they pass you
in their slick, metallic paint-coated
auto-mobiles.
Still, you will continue to grow
no matter how fast people
build their cities.
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 8:44 PM UTC