Write me your empty thoughts
on a piece of passing wave
mail it to the milkman
pass it down generations
down time’s empty drain
hear! hear!
the parliament has spoken
every single shade of pale
is a farce
your fears
are a farce
your demons
are illusory beings of cowardice
of miscalculated decisions
mistakes filling burning carts
rolled down diagonal hills misspelled spells
crying off ears
broken bells..
don’t worry old master
you are only going insane
ship your empty thoughts
on a passing fading wave.
Aug. 20. 2018
