We survived progress The three of us Secluded high on Mt. Ararat Safe from radioactive fog We have all we need More than we could ever want We have everything
What kind of bees gather in such masses? You're raining and then you're clear again They'll pay to hear you babble such nonsense You're surfing in near perfection You're ruined by the pure maybe After the loss, In the shadows Fly fly fly fly fly Float I'll throw this to the ones watching See just how hungry they are
On Ararat we long for a new language To express the confusion of loneliness Knowing that nothing will change a thing But still, to talk We must remind each other of who we are Once in a while It's not easy being the world
What did you come for? A soliloquy? A sonnet from a madman? Madmen, true madmen don't do sonnets They assault and jar They resent being toyed with In no uncertain terms will they tell you What they think of you In the guise of a poem But chances are you won't get it
I sat in front of a wood burning stove Feeding pages from a spiral notebook To the fire Leaves and more leaves sparsely scribbled on Because there was a conciseness and brevity To my poetry that conveyed the stark nature The rudimentary nature of my state of mind The flames ate it up
I apologize I haven't smiled in such a long time It's hurting my face