An abandoned american.
The tragedy with beauty
is the juxtaposition
another bohemian beatnik bemused
who needs a muse
to report the news
and predict the future
while amusing our senses
satisfying our primal urge
purging our liquids
acids and gases
fornicating in forgery
committing grand larceny
from the figment of flesh
you deem pretty
the poorest man
in an affluent city
a dog looks for a kitty
to conjoin
his loins
laborious vanguard
with the raw spoils
of war
edify
the swarming sheep soldiers
replace there guns
with heart holsters
as we grow older
may we become wise
above the unjust truth
of lies
your real eyes
will realize
its the soul
that molds
models out of clay
pity the putty
that does not change
it feels cluttered, it feels wordy. maybe I need a nap before I try to digest your blog. maybe I have to work instead. I think I’ll come back later. note: I didn’t say I didn’t like it. you’re not getting my address! lol