lavish atlas
There is something I have not thought about in a while
it was about a boy kicking a sandcastle and —
Best be quiet about it
lest
he overhears
The one who says he probably has a poem about that,
is probably poetising about these thoughts right now
a poem about a poet who pulls it out of his rear end like
"I have a poem about this event
or that event or a poem about a piece of lasagne"
Does he notice everything?
Can he see my emotions?
Does he like the pain?
Painting emotively always.
Playfully keying away removing blank spaces
across
multiple
pages. So be quiet... or he will conjure up a song or a rhyme or a dozen about
some silly story he wrote
but don't take offense
the poems are meant to show his understanding or lack thereof about
chains of events. They are slices of charity, apparently capitalising his want for
humanity.
I think he means well...
unless he hides landmines
or hides his malice well
Well well well,
repeating words again
are we?
Are we mad or just in the never ending loop of sad?
wet otter