found anonymous as a time-date,
on the backside of a coin.
saw numbers, one through twelve,
playing dodgeball with the second hand.
found a tree that gave the middle finger
to highway traffic, eastbound.
makes one wonder what bland is all about.
I would have asked for a holi-hour
rather than the presumed twenty-four.
if I had a cat's tongue
that could explain my introversive need.
found an amazing elaborate dumpster
that someone else calls their home.
I made up a formula,
based on distance and silence,
now I hear everything unsaid.
I have a sense of self-intimacy that serves me.
do you want to put your two cents in,
where it use to be a millionaire's club to start with?
I keep a tire pressure-gage in my vest pocket,
just to humorously remind me how inflated the self is.
I have a short attention span for wandering
too easily, identification starts to distract me.
I wish all paradoxes were blooming flowers
so that I could be mindful just based on smell.
many times I've told myself,
experience is over-rated . . .
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