Leaf Blower
There’s a leaf blower inside my head
Loud and disruptive
It sends thoughts whirling
Through the eternal fall of my mind
It’s always on
Hum, hum, humming
Dominating every conversation
I can’t even talk to myself in peace
Can’t think straight
Must shut it down
Is there a switch?
Searching in every neuron
There’s a thought I’m trying to catch
About who I really am
It’s stunning, crisp like mountain air
Light like a feather
Every now and then I see it flying by
So close, but then
Another breeze
And once again—it’s gone
Under the Stars
Under the stars
The cold, cold stars
I wrap myself in a blanket
Void of sense
Hold close the absurdity of life
Gone so quickly—shooting star
I smoke philosophy
I smoke religion
Munch a bite of morality
Why not
Breathe in the uncaring air
Feel my body
molecules formed by chance
Molecules waiting to reform
I will die, they live on
Thinking of nothing
Thinking of the freedom
The exquisite
Heartwarming
Joyous freedom
To just be
To momentarily exist
Under the stars.
18 ICSA TODAY
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