Insomnia, sry. Only poem tonight.
_________________________________
The code you speak
Is a consortium
Of land mines.
After you've tripped enough wires
You'll learn.
As long as the aforementioned left eyes intact.
My sad irony is belief in the code.
A sort of submission
To fleeting, blind luck.
Top speed is my default,
Which leaves little room for details.
What good are eyes anyway.......
___________________________________
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment