Flowers
poems
are the souls
of long-forgotten flowers.
Whispers
poems
are the whispers
of ghosts
long dead but never really gone.
Messages
poems
are messages
from here to dreamland
caught in the borders of reality
waiting for someone to read them.
Snatches
poems
are snatches of conversation
between the stars.
I hope you liked this bouquet of poetry!
looking up at the sky,
i can understand
why ancient people thought
the earth was flat
and the sky was a dome
our own personal snow globe
only,
we're trapped in it.
now we know
When the rivers turn to blood,
we will know
that our violence,
our unending savagery, our cruelty,
things we pass off as normal,
has gone too far.
When the rivers turn to blood,
we will know.
little lions
poking up through the sidewalk cracks
little lions
rambling along the sides of hills
little lions
puffy yellow stars shining like the sun
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