We are heading for a strange future
Whose contours will remain unknown
But every so often the world pauses
And a rare blossom is shown
Then minds quickly explode
And yet
Maybe It's Just Me
A beautiful image: my dog in the sunlit yard, laying in the grass, eating little purple springtime flowers. My cat searches for aphids and desires to hunt the robins taunting him from telephone wires.
A squirrel is assaulted by sparrows in the humidity
I am annoyed with everything
Manic with caffeine and guilt
Last night I drank four beers and masturbated
Not in that particular order
Smoked three cigarettes
Not much there
Still feel guilty
And so lazy
I can't handle myself
My eyes can't focus
On anything in particular
My mind is a vague enemy
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 12:13 AM UTC
We are heading for a strange future
Whose contours will remain unknown
But every so often the world pauses
And a rare blossom is shown
Then minds quickly explode
And yet
Maybe It's Just Me
A beautiful image: my dog in the sunlit yard, laying in the grass, eating little purple springtime flowers. My cat searches for aphids and desires to hunt the robins taunting him from telephone wires.
A squirrel is assaulted by sparrows in the humidity
I am annoyed with everything
Manic with caffeine and guilt
Last night I drank four beers and masturbated
Not in that particular order
Smoked three cigarettes
Not much there
Still feel guilty
And so lazy
I can't handle myself
My eyes can't focus
On anything in particular
My mind is a vague enemy
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