Month: February 2020

I brought a poor little cactus
That needed TLC
It was looking very broken
After its third degree

It sat in a pinch of soil
As dry as Martian dust
It needed peace and quiet
And its daily crust

It had many broken needles
And was lacking a healthy shine
It had been shut up in the darkness
Where it had been confined

They’d asked it many questions
It didn’t know a lot
It was quite unsatisfactory
So they returned it to its pot

It was such a poor little beggar
That had been cast out
It was up for a quick sale
From the bottom shelf

But really it’s a best buy
Soon it will grow high
Forgetting its mistreatment
Growing up to the sky

I walk thru streets, thru the streets
Eyes stare, the eyes stare
Eyes divided by a frown
Yet there’s no human sound

I walk thru the streets of maynotbe
The human crowd as old as human life
Unwoven threads of people walking loosely
Into whatever kind of night they encase themselves into

If I’d just come back from heaven
Still nothing would change, nothing would matter
Tough rivers would run roaring and silvery

Man would weave through man
Crowd would filter through crowd
Weighed down by stones and pierced by angry stars