"unfarthomable" poems
*I want to lick that bit of blue sky
with my eyes; touch it with my pen
before the fumes, the smog, and the development eat it up. I want to drink
its loveliness before the mood fades and a sick yellow hue pervades the world. I want to be flattened by
its serene loveliness going on and on
into the vistas of unfarthomable time.
*
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 1:36 AM UTC