thebadpoet

The people were toiling
Over their laptops
Finding phones
To fall in love with
Over flower picking
In the land of electricity
And all the while
The earth was cracking
Beneath them
Lips firmly pressed together
As it was difficult to unleash
Words that were so-called
Hard to find out loud
Even so the right ones texting
Opinions everywhere
Like street signs
Mine crawling out to catch the sun
Perhaps the strongest lines
Paragraphs graveling to glisten
They wouldn’t want to be found
Broken or incapable of
Unspoken chirps
Nor would I
Like to be discovered
Pushing up daisies
Before I surely sorted out
The meaning of the stars
Or their delicious conspiracy
To distract us
From crying (outside)
What a gorgeous effect
Of cascading tears
Like waterfalls
Slipping away quickly to the terra
What greater habits
Have we to create
Than a walk around the block
Crisp breeze with scarlet cardinals
I’m not sure about the
Wood frame around the door
Or the prediction of weather
But the fresh air has my consent

© thebadpoet