Note Poem by Floyd Crenshaw

Note

Rating: 5.0


We are the same. Blips of consciousness in this sparkle-specked glue spill construct.

We are microorganisms in poo or in compost, whichever euphemism you prefer.

A bum with a sign is the equivalent of an unemployed blogger.

The key in drinking throughout the day is a healthy amount of water absorption.
Otherwise, how do you expect buoyancy or health in the desert or the sea?
Expect substance mirages or drained hallucinations.

You should consider yourself lucky for having your fleeting consciousness occur in these times.
A monsoon. A volcanic eruption. A swarm of cicadas. A car crash. An honest answer.

Someone calming like Andrew Bird in your ear
Building a wall of sound, a safe soothing sway
A vibrant veil fluttering in the wind
The tea-tinted lenses,
The rose colored transitions
Beautify, cultures built on stilted lies
Society's curbing of humanity
questions only once
Your potential worth
What we can make off you, forget as the
Bloated belly baby weakly bleats
To be fed or
some answer for all this sorrow and death,
Innocent, a birthday never known
their epidermal balloon with
A bacterial filling, while
Viral maniacal tycoons
Rub one out on some third world's worth
Found in their fifth pocket.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
LOVEFOOL Aka 24 March 2009

Great work deep and thought provoking Nice to see you back 10+

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