I wander through the world
to make my own math.
Maybe a kid with
ice cream will stumble
across my path one day
and venture the scene.
Brown grass and an
abundance of wheat,
mangled trees and
ice cube sun rays--maybe
something in between.
As a wayward
Purple Pincher Hermit Crab, I
float through ocean currents.
As a North coast coyote
sometimes I can't tell what I am.
Just wandering through
ice cold smoke, smoldering ash,
apple orchards, joyful torture,
dead rose gardens, a thornyard,
a sunflower sanctuary. Serenity,
I wear no crown, no ermine cape,
I eat beetles and grasshoppers
off of a rusted plastic plate.
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 5:59 PM UTC
I wander through the world
to make my own math.
Maybe a kid with
ice cream will stumble
across my path one day
and venture the scene.
Brown grass and an
abundance of wheat,
mangled trees and
ice cube sun rays--maybe
something in between.
As a wayward
Purple Pincher Hermit Crab, I
float through ocean currents.
As a North coast coyote
sometimes I can't tell what I am.
Just wandering through
ice cold smoke, smoldering ash,
apple orchards, joyful torture,
dead rose gardens, a thornyard,
a sunflower sanctuary. Serenity,
I wear no crown, no ermine cape,
I eat beetles and grasshoppers
off of a rusted plastic plate.
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