Imaginary Garden With Real ToadsI saw a guy walking alongwith his head buried in his phoneand I thought he is so distractedthat he's gonna get hurtand I got so distracted watchingthe guy who was so distracted that...I walked right into a poem
At this bar a young womanscurried towardthe ladies roomshe looked so upsetlike she could barely contain itand I thought you knowall told there must be more tearsbeing spilled on that toilet seat than peeand then BAM...I walked right into a poem
I staggered outsidenow fully cognizantof the gravity (I was looking at the moon)of the situationaware that at any timeand any placeit could happencuz poemsare lurking everywhereready to swallow me uplike Jonahand I might nevereverfind my way out againuntil that whale of a talegets regurgitatedonto some poor unsuspecting wretchlike you
Published on August 11, 2015 10:09