cute baby with cats
had to cut it off
rejoin my body and
my breath surrounded
by a world
looks calm and serene
but i know beyond the
blue is crazy outer space
endless airless darkness unless
you’re near a star or have a
flashlight
we are protected from
this awesome terror by our
gentle light blue sky with a
few clouds floating thru
what can be more peaceful
heaven above and earth
below and never the twain
shall meet
unless you’re a human being
then you can bridge the gap
you are the bridge and
the gap is your longing for
meaning
that’s what i think
referring to myself ofcourse
don’t want to insinuate
anything about anyone else
don’t want to write anything
that isn’t true / it’s all true
i feel the truth of it
facebook was only a scam
to steal my energy and
sell it for a dollar
that’s all i am :: an attention
generator something they
can siphon off to feed their
money machine
in their data center
i resent that or should i
just accept it / part of the
show / part of this epic
greek theatre tragicomedy
we call modern life
maybe if i stopped resenting
it . . . no that won’t work
i’m deeply offended truth
be known i take
umberance - is that a word ??
i don’t think so / can’t
find the real one / makes
me edgy / sometimes i act
out / obnoxious
i can’t help it though / it’s
an old bad habit all the way
back to high school and even
before probly / searching for
attention and validation
i validate myself july 23rd
2025 under a blue sky with
wispy clouds blowing away
finding their own destiny
hit another cappuccino / what is
this destiny thing anyway / i’m
not sure i’m familiar with
it / is that where i’m going
or is that where i’ve been or
is that being here now in a
body breathing under a blue sky
on a world spreading out
before me like
a . . . minecraft video
game endless
and created by my own hand
or mouse actually / funny how
the mouse became the most
powerful animal in the
world / it’s not called a tiger
doing all those clicks
sun’s up
morning’s gone
clouds swept away
if happens every day
almost
butterfly in the bushes
does a butterfly feel
pleasure fluttering around
among the flowers smelling
the anthers and looking for
nectar ?? or do the humans
in their penthouse above the
city enjoy the ultimate
pleasure having gathered
all their pollen in one
basket and deposited it
in their stock market account ??
is it one bohemian poet
that can make a difference
riding their bike down the
street ?? i see people i
interact with them they
see me / that’s all / maybe
that’s all it takes
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