Weary body finds a bench
While my mind finds little rest
Listening watching probing
Wondering pondering why
Souls spinning ‘round like bees
Rarely settling always searching
Mind whirling questioning why
Like dogs the greater one
Tries fucking the smaller from behind
Sitting trying to listen about
Tired of watching
But can’t help noticing
Subterranean urban sprawl underfoot
Worker ants scrambling for scraps
Trembling at passing feet
Pebbles clatter wheels kathump
As sneakers scuff and skateboards glide
On bricks and stones and stuff
Hearing the leaf kiss the bricks
The wind whispering autumn
Head panning eyes gaze witnessing the trees
Can’t help noticing
Defective trees silly Ts
A girl with an umbrella in the sun
Statue in the park yard
Strangely looks like shrapnel
Equine statue nearby staring
Of all the sounds
I hear no birds no song
Am I listening?
Of all the sights
I see no eyes no faces
Am I looking?
Wondering pondering questioning why
Consistent inconsistencies
What is reality what is a lie
Weary mind finds little rest
My soul finds little peace
Naturally
Monday, September 24, 2007
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