It would be fun to create and share a metaphor of time.
What did the Buddha say?
You is fucked until the day you die.
Pedestrian Bridge
Could we make poetry together
I mean nigger
motherfucker
cunt
and the other
are we compatible in that
words flow on a sunny day
motherfucker fuck
in that way words flow. ?
Calm
The crickets are loud enough
to drown the sorrow
for as long as you can take it.
Each puff blind
burst
orange and stinging.
Sometimes only half a smoke before
sorrow soars above the crickets;
you rush back in
constant hum and rattle.
Soon once again it lures you back,
and once again it’ll deem you worthless.