Fly butterfly thoughts!
Murky water is awaiting your sinking,
morning coffee is brewing -
fly my thinking.
Invisible fingers
holding a stirring stick,
one by one you’re being crushed and hit -
a stick should do the trick.
A fluffy pile is rising,
the yeast is wet
a two-hand held spoon is relentless!
You haven’t settled yet?
To the bottom
we go seeking deliverance
two fingers down, two hands up
it’s always dry there -
why should we care?
No comments:
Post a Comment