A thousand gods
under the cricket moons
couldn't even save one little bit...
(salvation is the enemy of
a violet world)
the same ******* gods
that made us educated
and civilized.
Why not a cosmic birdbath
or eternal blissful garden
that happy children frolic
in amongst springy damp
Bermuda grass and Birch
trees that shine like a
trillion flawless diamonds,
almost as beautiful, at dawn
when lightly frosted?
Regardless,
days like these i wake up
full of vigor, dreamy-eyed,
complacent, full of longing,
but still glad our gods
are dead.
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 8:02 PM UTC
A thousand gods
under the cricket moons
couldn't even save one little bit...
(salvation is the enemy of
a violet world)
the same ******* gods
that made us educated
and civilized.
Why not a cosmic birdbath
or eternal blissful garden
that happy children frolic
in amongst springy damp
Bermuda grass and Birch
trees that shine like a
trillion flawless diamonds,
almost as beautiful, at dawn
when lightly frosted?
Regardless,
days like these i wake up
full of vigor, dreamy-eyed,
complacent, full of longing,
but still glad our gods
are dead.
