Thoughts 2

Huh?

Worried notes they have fallen into rhyme

Plastic cellophane finds a way to peculiarity

Among the trenches are the living
Among the graves are the dead

I can almost hear myself talking
a silence here, noise over by a sunset

How to gather yesterday’s, store them in a dream,
Think of beauty in a way that reminds you of ugliness

Had the stars relinquished their shine
I’d gather the brilliance of light years in miles

What for, you ask?
What five sounds crazy.

In the joy of each word
find a roar of laughter
that rolls with you on
the ride of life

I can’t find myself anymore
The closets brim with darkness
The house blinds my eyes
Why yesterday I troubled myself
to find my house
Where where do I live self?
In the back alley of illusion
Smart a*s!

In the moment I arrived
my eyes scurried to find day
Lost, pinched by storm,
raining while walking the dog
I look about, the moment staring
me in the face
Excuse me.........I’m looking for day!
Moment didn’t move
I kept wandering how that trick was made?

Notes from the Underground

“Damn! It’s dark down here!”

You should see nothingness now
Big, more silence than ever before,
Rarely smiles, however I do hear
an inkling of a chuckle.
Oh boy! Nothing is coming!

I knew a man who had over five thousand nothingness.
Boy was he ready!

Under this sheet of white(light)
is a grin, my grin, I hope you find it!
No cheating!

Al (who)!