Sunday, April 15, 2012

The land of insane

Day 15 of Poetry month





Wear a mask
And bring your lucky button
For we’re going on a trip
To the land of the insane
Where you can slash
Your own name on a tree
And it’s automatically not yours
Strap down a horse
And call it a cow
Ride a balloon into the
Sky full of clouds and stars
Yell profanities without being heard
Write lovey-dovey stuff to a crowd full of ears
Eat the intangible
And hear the things that are neither seen nor unseen





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