Seeing the World Edge On
I see the world edge on.
its like playing god for ants
or being here and gone.
its that annoying telephone ringing, ringing
at four a.m. incessantly.
a tack on your seat pricking, stinging.
But only to see the world edge on
is such a joyous sight.
besides all that obnoxious noise that
always fills my head.
Burning, boiling my mind away.
leaving to rest in the soil....
7 oclock news
As i sit, my eyes propped open,
i watch
dreadful things
flashing
flashing
across my screen
I am told its for my own good.
But what do they know.
Watching that illusory dream
blinking off
and on
and off again
leaving me empty once again
i dream softly
I sit on that soft sofa
watching for hours and hours.