the most dim sun is in my hand, and
nothing swells. just the recalcitrant narrows
of a plump romp thru the plebeian joys
of a man's misadventures....
Now
is the only future plan
with it's clocks ticking clamorous.
all diamonds more amorous
than a dog.
today is the future
you haven't put your mind too.
a wisp of required in the miasma of maybe.
a nail in the often...
we are driven out
from our inward inventions
to carry the waste of so much pluck
our chickens roost
in hemispheres.
gone, gone... are the old days
Now is the
only future plan
that has Never
had a
price.
we can only assume God has ears.
but the years wither
as our questions
clump.
And the Present must be dreamt
to console Us.
for we are us... strapped to the oblivion
we love so
much.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 5:48 AM UTC
the most dim sun is in my hand, and
nothing swells. just the recalcitrant narrows
of a plump romp thru the plebeian joys
of a man's misadventures....
Now
is the only future plan
with it's clocks ticking clamorous.
all diamonds more amorous
than a dog.
today is the future
you haven't put your mind too.
a wisp of required in the miasma of maybe.
a nail in the often...
we are driven out
from our inward inventions
to carry the waste of so much pluck
our chickens roost
in hemispheres.
gone, gone... are the old days
Now is the
only future plan
that has Never
had a
price.
we can only assume God has ears.
but the years wither
as our questions
clump.
And the Present must be dreamt
to console Us.
for we are us... strapped to the oblivion
we love so
much.
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