There could be a bend in the road, or a storm in the sea, a fire in the forest, but all I think about is me.
The skies may open asunder, or the winds may blow all away, trees may come crashing, but my thoughts from me won’t stray.
Putting myself last in the order, I was taught to do, to always put the I, me or mine after the you. So when and why exactly did I begin to bend the rules? Look around and I notice that you’re doing it too.
Selfish in body and selfish in soul, each one living in a world of their own. Convenience sometimes, or mere habit could be, to abandon all else and think of oneself alone.
It was a freak accident of epithelium under anaesthesia. You place a window on to a hollow brain. The money makes the monkey out of you. A green light blocks the fish, your memory, to swim in black thoughts. The
Vane glorious and absolutistic, though I defiantly, cavalierly, and blithely attest Yukon bet your (laugh-in) sweet bippy mine acidic breast houses anarchic, anti-poetic ballistic, barbaric, and bubonic cannibalistic demons within thy safely guarded Pandora chest atomic cesium clock timed to
I had a dream last night. It was very concise but interesting. Rather revelatory, but not prophetic in the usual way. There was a class with a facilitator encouraging input based on a lesson plan provided to the class. I,
Voltage charges power lines’ high wires All honest men die liers Her electric current runs tight by pliers My fires burn, they breathe, ash, and smoke Held so tightly I couldn’t help it my hand broke Shattered into a million