You Can’t Drown In The Same River Twice

Living is expensive and popular, but each day is average,
From the fabric of torn sleep does not also rise.
Watch where you place your feet. Down in the flood.
Days of breathing things. Adults but corpses of children.
Making a complete study of vendetta. Soft but savage.
Avant-garde exists by amnesia.The lies of future ahead.
Laughter slaughters laughter. Tears of impotence.
Hillsides sown with seeds of dust. Dust to dust.
Hummingbirds taunt cats. The rain has wilted.
Brain fails to process. Each poem ripped from silence.
Learn to face your personal space. Carry the message.
Paradox lost. Art is the mirage we chase. With only.
A body to act. A mind to think. A spirit to feel.
 Be glad for even a line of knowing,
 Time is short and ever flowing.