I will testify to the
Sensational inter connectivity of
Rhythmic nonchalant
Things.
An ode, if you dare,
To the mockery of
Repressed, grumpy
Blandness.
Here's to leaning on the
Edge of change,
Folding paper airplanes because
WHY?
Not because WHY NOT?
Geometric squiggles
As they pertain
To the universe at large.
I believed in deep, foreboding,
Frighteningly accurate
Stories of nothing.
Still do.
Still will.
When the key strokes we make on our computers
Betray us and make for interesting conversations
Between e-conversationalists
Who do for a living,
Nothing.
Nothing, at least,
Worth the time of watches and clocks.
For they tick away in uncaring
Motions
That
Are forgotten instantly
By those who do..
Nothing.
In a world that,
According to the greater media
Here in the states,
Is WORSE THEN AMERICA BY FAR,
It is hardly a fact that the facts line up straight in
Our dusty, hopeful and intricate minds of
Solitude.
An ode, if you dare, to
Speaking with,
Not your own voice,
But theirs.