PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

nebulous glyphs strung like vapor

marks of yourself when

in time collecting

nothing for no one- vast empty expanse 

wayfairers and piles of rocks in dusty tendril clouds, the stuff that makes stars

after so long but embued right from the start

destined 

maybe

its not important

what was important was i came on mars

i threw my cum rag right out the window in the spaceship when i was 13

but even that, playing to a localized audience you know

9 billion chinese aristocrats in charge of the trains and lithium batteries 

never proud, always disapointed 

in the whole galaxy of memories

universe of universes

motion, sky, routine

baby formula and corn flavored chips

any word or number

sickness and pain

but holding out for a raise

that comes from the tide to wash away thousands of years of tickertape and farm techniques 

real estate at the top of volcanoes becomes the new premium

what word or number am I 

a thought, a recursive fool's errand whose answer is always the person looking to solve the question

keep us occupied until nuclear or ecological catastrophe 

it doesnt resolve, it gets older and more... obstructed

the noise to signal shoots to infinity

so get yours before they get you

indulge desire at the expense of progress because it doesnt really matter and we are the only ones listenting 

balancing those things is the trick of creation but it did it

but who knows at whose expense that was at

a memory of something better