Hushed birdsong reaches the infinity point
Rushes brush the bushes for crane’s temporary peace
Swamp stains the window frame of reference
Sitting swing silence lets the source in
Mood swing tropical heat interference.
Lost trumpet calls nature’s next of kin.
Try to rob an honest earned
Forget all shreds forward learned.
Cobblestoned beyond first glance
Heat soaked rain in thirst’s dance.
Fire hydrant kills the vibe let the spirit free upon the grounds
The sounds of birds fly free within the cities’ marble shrouds.
Balcony = Chimney sweep for a followed transaction
Separate the masonic rich from the hand to mouth faction.
Never a dull past or future from here or there towards the moment
Health in dire need of a second combover, yet past due rent…
On second thought one second away always seems so close
Still outside the lines from a thoughtful try in repose
My mind is so fucking bored of this language, i’ve been forced to live it my entire life and it fails everyone like money/sex/voting/religion/ and fossil fuels being juiced to leave the fiber rot off into the compost. Symbols offer NOTHING and can all be reduced down to a lonely ?MARK.