Submissions by sundayship

I’m falling off this rock
There’s not enough gravity left

I stood on the wrong side, too close to the edge
Now, I’m falling, fare me well
We didn’t pay all our bills to God
Not insured enough, walk and run and trip and fall



So, now.         kaput!
Save this crazy lifetime in a warped bottle
Which soon will crack for all its solar scrutiny
Insulate the bold things you can never have on stained glass fuzzy print

A half eaten apple sitting on a dusty cloud still has that deified eye planted on it
Globes are lit in insolence on...

biting cubicles whose walls are made of stale air

while saffron grows abundant just beyond the bend

the wheels can turn - and do they turn

with tightness I'm afraid I cannot escape

the languishing silence must go on languishing

seems

feeding greens from the lap of little innocence

right before the eyes of all

fingers disperse the water drops on semoules

and the walker takes a walk 'neath orchards green

far from the noise

far from the rallying




I'm tired

though...