I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
To locate the edge Hurry to where the map ends Smell territory
By D. J. Reddall12 months ago in Poets
An alien eye That pays careful attention To our stark nonsense
Arguing with fools Makes us crave the cool, dark earth We do it all day
Not knowing the way Plain truth tastes, we will swallow All the candied lies
Bright dreams of glory March beneath the old fool's crown While sycophants scheme
Your thoughts weave foliage into feathers You make leaves fly and give flight hungry roots Green imagination, winter weathers
Perhaps nothingness Is everything patiently Waiting to exist
The rent for my terrible home is high The utilities are not included My neighbors are fading fast, as am I Many are terrified; some, deluded
The good news is that We can change all of this, but We don't have much time
Beware the broad smile Of the vulgar, vain villain Setting his sleek snare
Has reality Become a mere distraction From the shining screen?
I suspect that you will not believe me You will dismiss me as a silly fool I do not understand why you can't see What I watch breaking every, ancient rule
