Okay I think I understand, the sunlight rests on quicksand and the faster it moves the faster it sinks. Maybe If you lassoed it with something thick we could stick it with some peppermint and sip sip sip.
Never mind i’m only dreaming (But I could go on) what do you think? I know you like the smell of air when there is nothing [...]
Archive for April, 2009
we’re all mad here
Posted in chimpanzee poetry on April 26, 2009 | 9 Comments »
Milk Chocolate
Posted in Love and Some Verses on April 22, 2009 | 5 Comments »
The air is like the milk chocolate
We pressed in our mouths
When the day was yellowish-gold
And the grass, twisted and sweet
Like green licorice.
I do not mind
That the days were never long enough,
And that when we waved our hands
In the smoky dusk,
And felt the thin sweat of daylight
Drip down our necks
We were not fully satisfied.
There was never [...]
Our Merry Sinful Sins
Posted in Love and Some Verses on April 15, 2009 | 4 Comments »
The rain, oh the rain
Is cold like blue skin
I told you I was burning out
You told me to come in
The coffee that you poured for me
Was blacker than my sin
So we drank to the dark
And our merry sinful sins
By the way I am young
Like Fresh butter on a bun
Never mind the old grey faces
That mutter [...]
Oh Adam, did you know they say were all like you.
Posted in Love and Some Verses on April 14, 2009 | 1 Comment »
The almond branch trees dip in the dark warmth.
A scythe of wind stirs the silence.
I watch as the moonlight pools in shadows,
And house lights on the black water stretch like redemption.
Tomorrow, the light will steep
This moment pale
And even the thought of it will not feel the same.
I wrap it round my finger, and sing an [...]
Insignificance Revisted
Posted in Love and Some Verses on April 14, 2009 | 1 Comment »
The world
All green and blue and tilted
Is a nice enough place.
I was going to say
That I think it is useless
Understanding Life.
I was going to say
That it is all so insignificant.
But if it is
Then why should I even write this?
So let me begin again.
The world
All green and blue and tilted
Is a nice enough place.
The day is [...]
