#sillythings
Let's find places
Where the fireflies would fill a whole field at night
Then we'd eat pancakes and churros at 12 midnight
Where we can spend our birthdays at a parking lot
Then we'd never pay for the reserved slot
Where we'd drink champagne while chilling in inflated pools
And Halloween and Christmas can be our April Fools
Where we can scream about our broken hearts
Then an afterwards talk about scientific private parts
Where we'd be heard at dawn laughing and singing
Where we can just be ourselves without anyone judging
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 10:08 AM UTC
I crumpled up my hands in fists
And talked about some silly things
With voice raised up
And eyebrows tensed
I tried to make myself a man
But all these things that I’ve done wrong
Were little more than strikes on gongs
The beating of my life on drums
An angry chicken pecking cans
And scattered up and down my head
Lie tired thoughts in gutter beds
All heaped up, clogging drain pipes
The hotdog wrappers of my mind
I’m crying now like rainless skies
Like desert dust that’s learned to fly
And all this cheese, these tacky thoughts
Are just more trash that add to clot
I’m crumbling now from over crowding
An ancient temple that’s eroding
Too many feet of passersby
Aimless flocks of careless spies
Look at me through my own eyes
A tourist of myself am I
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 9:24 PM UTC