aeons aside

Sometimes sleep
Leaves squirrels ajar in the
Burning puddles of exploded footprints.
Relentless comfort of stolen identities
Makes fun of pawned nirvanas.
More than anything
It depends on the typeface how fast
A book can imbibe the pungent
Stupidity of the reader.

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s