Don't pocket the goods before they're done
The perpetual frowner cracked a smile - his face broke
Plastic glasses glass houses stone people
Fiction is non-fiction fairy tales are real
Scarves flew in the still of the night the wind didn't help much
The balloon blew up and I popped...corny
Neon glass shattered in the stream of consciousness
Cigarette buts, what ifs
Never write in the crack of the sidewalk it doesn't work it collects unemployment
Streets of sanitation in insane-itory conditions
Condiments are usually useless if you don't relish life
Forming shapes of shapeless form I inform you
Burgeoning bargains galore go for it
Happy belated sad sack of potatoes
Psychedelic schizophrenia sets in my mind I mind
Rally for reality what good does it do
Levitating llamas left us alone
Will to win but will we win
The locked door was open to us allowing the secrets within to transpire and transform us forever
Faded figments of my imagination flashed simultaneously
Wheels don't spin birds don't fly reality what a concept
Begin don't start be don't do live don't die
Why are you here and now and not before and after
Aftermath espresso life after death afterwards afterworlds
Dirty dozen= clean pair x 6
Sailing kites flying boats cause me to emote
Is this really what I wrote?
Yep...Yikes!
I was reading this and going hu I don't understand but interesting. This piece is a form of abstract it's confusing but yet transforming.
I love this poem, excellent descriptions.
another good set of analogies!