I love the way trees seem to call
Bursting aflame during the fall
Orange petal leaves splattered on green
D string~ strum~ G string
Music,
Beauty on a coat rack
The fabrics of melon
Honey dew beneath cantaloupe fruit
Tea to loosen up and touch the ground
Feel the grass honeyed with dew
Lose all doubt, then
Sip some coffee to make things fast
I feel like walking on clouds would be a blast
Cumulonimbus, Cirrostratus
Rumor has it to be a special playground
Rolling marshmallow hills
Yellowed by the setting sun
Great campfire strung above filled with molten pillow guts
Is this even a game?
Its just menu after menu with different price tags
I just want a space to play and find my own way
Climb a mountain, swim a river
Aint nothing too high or too wide
Why do we take the fun out of everything?
TV claims the living space like octopi
Clawing the walls with cubic tendrils
A portal to a digital dimension
Where dreams are alive,
Let’s turn it off
Soul sucker
Good night
Five-hour power outage
Trip to electric dream theater
Lives past the day’s shadows
Arrange to entertain the sleeper
Distract from the fact he’s about to die
Androids and sheep desire nightlights whiles
The brain toys and synapses fire
Dark blocks mock and tease
Rest now you pitiful beast
No No No
Pull the chord and rise from bed
Lull and boredom dumb dumb
Dumbfounded during a night of dread
Eddisons bulb paved way to endless screens full of soothsayers screams
The need to chill keeps me up at night.
Peter Volpone 