insuperable difficulties arise


In the midst of the homes, the thicket blindly reaches upward
The seedlings, the shrubs, verdure, basic principles
Like parsimony, inconspicuous and ubiquitous
A mondo philosophy, like passion
I really love you
As I stand here in the dark, mouthing silent poems
Wishing it would rain, so the streets would become rivers
Overrunning every surface
Only the longing would be real; congeneric to cinema
A peculiar foreign film, wettened with effete dialogue
And although perplexing to witness something unstable
The aggregate ensemble politely smiles

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: