Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
I look and I see a bird perched on a stack or chimney or something. Sometimes it would be nice to think naive thoughts about whether these birds chirp with an accent; that they say their vowels a little differently. Directly, I understand I don't know anything yet, and I directly see the world as knowledge, but the choice is whether I purge the world and set it on fire, breath in the smoke. I could choose naivety but I want flesh, blood, bone and ***
0
Oct 7, 2010
Oct 7, 2010 at 5:11 PM UTC
Eat, Curse, ****
I look and I see a bird perched on a stack or chimney or something. Sometimes it would be nice to think naive thoughts about whether these birds chirp with an accent; that they say their vowels a little differently. Directly, I understand I don't know anything yet, and I directly see the world as knowledge, but the choice is whether I purge the world and set it on fire, breath in the smoke. I could choose naivety but I want flesh, blood, bone and ***
copyright
Written by
Oct 7, 2010
Oct 7, 2010 at 5:11 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem