Thursday, May 24, 2012

journal 34: poetry is a form of our humanity


Things that don’t make sense.
Ducks  watching star wars
The world forever in war
Butterflies eating crocodiles
The world going on for miles
Cats and dogs together
A child without a mother
Cheese and flowers falling from the sky
Our souls able to fly
Dinosaurs eating clouds
The world without mounds
Dreaming of reality
The world without mortality

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