|
Her Cups
Lemmings run
Mythical or not,
Whales charge beaches
Jellyfish drift and swarm
And the mass of humanity
Moves left, right, to the middle,
Driven by who in the hell knows what
Doing the same shit as from the beginning,
Turn the radiation testing off
You don’t need to know,
Then her table takes
My mind away,
And her cups
So placed
Spaced
Just
So.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
|
|