about utility and aesthetics
from being useless and
ugly
hoping use will wear
corners
turn corners
must be the moon or
the coffee
old words haunt me
old worlds hang on
the lines i feel a travel
coming on
-Anon *
*
it's only a
coffee moon
hangin' in a paper sky
don't know why the world's
gotta cry
but cry it do it do
hope you're not planning
to ride a hurricane
but always whatever
else
have fun
- Anona *
*
hurricane in the peacable
kingdom
when the words are the
museum of our lives
and our lives are the
museum of God's love
the wind blowing up
our skirts and our minds
powered by the dream
the sunlight
crashing on the shore
- Anon
*
*
they held all
the aces
heads above the shores
but we held all the
wild cards
and to their sar we
grin
what is wild and changed
by will
will never be possessed
or fear death
