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varsitymonsterr
12-10-10, 05:08 PM
After a while,
Things,
All things,
Change.
Hopeless;
Forbidden;
Distant wishes --
Nothing
Is constant.

See-thru;
Sea sick;
Glimmer eyes;
Tree trunk thick.
Bright red feelings;
Bright red
Everything,
And everything is the beginning
Of something
different.

So why do we still
Plow
With nervous fingers through our
Strained,
Thinning
Hair?

Why do we wake up
After an hour of needed,
Deserved,
Desperate
Sleep?

Why do we drink
And drink
And drink?

Why do we feel
Deep, Red
Anguish
From punching
Disappointing numbers
Into a smugly,
Painfully
Honest
Calculator?

Why do we say the things
That we say
Before hanging up a telephone,
Before taking vacations,
Before making love,
Before
Dying?

The only constant,
Dependable,
Certain
Force
Within the universe's dirty, gaping mouth:
Change.



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Written while I was in the throes of a very activated mood, which could have been the result of drinking too much coffee when I first took my Adderall.

Any comments/whatever will be welcomed with gratitude.