The Asteroid and the Cherry Blossom
My heart makes a slow sad sound As I walk through the mist, Not a beautiful song either, more like the mournful bellowing of a dying dinosaur Echoing across the dust-darkened plain
My heart makes a slow sad sound As I walk through the mist, Not a beautiful song either, more like the mournful bellowing of a dying dinosaur Echoing across the dust-darkened plain
Been awhile since I posted a poem on here. Hope you like it. DNA Today I opened a strand of DNA And watched it unfurl in a ladder of limitless possibilities
We want walking to the Farmer’s Market on a freshly-made morning And the muscians were dropping their scatter of silver notes And the jams glowed in their jars And the lettuces spread their frills like flowers.
The bus rumbles on through the blue night, Full of strangers waiting to be home. I search their faces with a tender curiosity Pretending I can read their minds and hearts.
People will break your heart, But what can you do about it? Take my heart and turn it into a friggin’ omelette Break my heart over and over, I don’t care. The chicken can always lay another egg.