Acorns fall peacefully
watching the two of us
walking cranky crouching dog,
while hungry ants
invade the countryside.
Thank you to Katie Michaelson and the editors of The Daily Cuppa for such a creative space on Medium Writing.
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My lips are sealed.
But do I not bleed?
Do I not cry?
Do words not course through my varicosed veins?
I once was born predisposed to poetry
but now that human thought is virtually extinct,
I am enraged.
Find me decoded,
bubble wrap
the plastic extensions of myself,
duct tape the sharp edges,
the gods have deigned
there is a form of higher intelligence
being perfected
for plastic wrapped people
that will save time
and serve a more convenient truth,
crawl and choke
words have evolved.
grace notes: a bit of satire or is it? would love to hear your thoughts.
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