Careful Creations
I walk around on this earth
always attempting to balance
upside down transparent pyramids
on my head. It never works out...
And even occasionally when it does,
I just place another on top of the other
and then, they destructively tumble
into the hand of my mountains.
The pyramids always pierce
the hand of my mountains,
it never ceases to amaze me.
Where is my sympathy for evil?
Where is my hatred for God?
11 billion needless oscillate upon my soul.
These are the needles, which I carefully created
with the help and support
of mr. vice and little specks of dust.
11 billion drops of blood slide down my throat,
one every millennium.
Who am I?
I'm an inside out pear.
I don't know maybe, but that's who I am.
I'm blonde...black light...dark and blue...brown.
...the simplicity of a flag strangles my tears.
...the so called complexities of today
ridicule my all and compliment my some.
Where am I?
I live down (on snow covered eyebrows,
where eyelashes speak German, which are
too tense and uptight to be utilized). I stand
in a world as a sometimes where I procrastinate
to make an always inside.
My hands I tied down to hold myself hostage
with the support of the same two helpers |
