Sunday, August 29, 2010

untitled poem #9

Simple Simon
Sang a Song
and no one listened
and then they were gone.

and the next batch
o’freaks got to sing along

Kinda funny
but it’s wrong
don’t assume
your eyes and ears
speak truth
it could all be a myth
at least it’s everyone’s
version at once
so don’t presume
you know
how it’s done
or when.
Who’s to say?
where it’s day
for me it may
be night for you
What is ancient for one
to me is a youth.

It’s all we ever
dreamed
this lie
we tell ourselves
called life
So, careful, you
might
wake up
& spoil
the end
for yourself.
'til then,
sleep tight.

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