I’m not even joking, lol.
Cheerful chin chin 😝
On my bed
Go crawl on the
I already have buzzing
Inside my head
Thoughtflies hum and
Make no sense
Buzz buzz buzz
Neighbor’s cat yowls
On my lawn
-You’re nearly in my hair
Come closer if you dare
Ill squish you, bug, I swear
Carry on, bug
I actually don’t mind bugs, but when you’re trying to fall asleep, a green yellow beetle who wants to sing you the song of his people is not a good roommate.
Dream Psychology (My Apologies to Freud)
I don’t suppose you could put
The meaning of life in a nutshell
– the meaning of life in a bookshelf, though…
Seems an entirely plausible venture
After all, you can only study human anatomy
Best, in the city of bones
It’s not even tunnel vision, in
Keeping with the fundamentals of physics, when
You focus solely on that, of mice and men
– and what then?
A treatise of biology?
The surgeon, the apprentice, the fallacy?
The third twin, the imposter, a philosopher’s stone
Seen through a golem’s eye, a man made of stone
Lemons and lemonade, defiance
The Bible, the Quran, and Science
The ideal woman, Karl Marx- a feast for crows
The art of war, the centaur, and selected prose
Salome, Wuthering heights, the picture of Dorian grey
The haunting of Alaizebel cray?
-Whose image can I find?
What is the sum of these stories,
The damned recollections of all lost
Nested upon each other, dimensions, ideas
The meaning of life is hidden here, in this
Wooden house of pomegranates
Day Ten! Today’s prompt is to make a poem out of the titles on your bookshelf. My apologies for the higgledy-piggledy write! Got a bit tough, too many textbooks. And nothing about ISC Mathematics is poetic! 😕
Caught Grey Handed
I saw you, I saw you
Did you think no one knew?
When you’re in line, you can’t hide
The things that you do
Everyone has to wait their turn
To stay occupied
Some talk, some play games
Some whine and gripe
And some, like you, think no one knows
That they’re digging for gold
Inside their nose
And you pulled it out and stuck it there
Under a chair
With a sideways glance
She didn’t see you, but I did
Although she would’ve been rendered askance
If she’d known
She carried your dirty deed away
On the seat of her pants
I saw you, Mister Guy-In-The-Line. And I’m telling… :p :p