thousands of tiny little explosions
from car exhausts in the morning
lazy bones sleeps in and doesn’t cause wars
lazy bones doesn’t have the power
lazy bones is young enogh to think he can change
lazy bones is a mirror with a sheet drawn over its face
lazy bones is comfortable and well fed
lazy bones is a micro dynamo of a culture
thousands of tiny mind explsions
every morning as the mourning fits the bill
sore throats and cancer and death in a little shoe box
all the mice in heaven are nibbling on the cheese of the soul
but not here! Here, people are breathing and complaining
and sporting all sorts of attitude problems
as the clouds are a carpet
that has been stuck to the roof
by some drunken god
who runs a failing carpentry company
but everyone is afraid to say
we are made of smoke
everyone afraid to jump into
one gaint hay stack
to batter down the intimacies
whatever that actual implies
quite what
is afraid to say
afraid of what it could possibly
mean?
all together
or to hermitry
GO
haha
so sentimetal
so romantic
things will always
be going
but its bold to
tease the possible
arranging colours
for a brighter now