The Milkman's Thoughts

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