View From The Dung Heap
|This morning's view from the dung heap|
It is not about the gold rush,
the future glimmer, the when or the if.
That's a dream only.
Sometimes you might go chasing after a lure
when all you love and need isn't perceived
exactly where you are.
Oh my honeyed sweets!
You chase and chase that mirage till you get close,
And it's not what you thought
Or you get too tired.
I get tired to watch it, but the rest of my view
from this fecund dung heap
Funny isn't it? Easier to be didactic
In this erratic form of verse.
I would like to build a house
Bursting with viriditas
It's fine to have an intention
But not to be distracted: so here we are
Learning how to propagate
And cooking on bonfires
And opening our palms to the heat of the
|Angry Birds, early version|
|Shadow tortoise eats shadow leaf.|