Reality, who are you? Here, you are that with whom we wake unfilled, sleep unfulfilled; devilish jokes clipping fruity wings, able legs but disabled knees. Reality, who the hell are you? I heard across the sea, with you, tomatoes festival, they stage while here tomatoes are gold. And when I saw boys below my age frowning toward serious directions, I said but here I’ve lost my sight, my legs are tied.
Laughter, serious laughter they threw when dear I said, here, we fly at night. Oh son of bull, Harry, from vegetables yet sunken cheeks, but you’re hosting Banjo! Ah well, son of hill, Harry, I’m not a clean thing. I’m Doe, nerd who trumps only with boards of keys. They taught me biology for seven years, allowed me a microscope for three minutes. The only thing that eventually made sense was baiting my shes. Here I am, Camry in peace.
Noisy roads, uniform thoughts; food, which destinies bought. An ancient tree, teary eyes, her hope, slowly dies. No, do not weep, I will fight. I can write; my future is bright. A year later, two, he loses his sight, murk or light, eternal is night. The tummy growls; yearning for food. I wield my vowels, consonants are stewed. My talent howls but my purse is booed. We’ve lost the bowels, the branches are chewed. God, where art thou? I’m surrounded by owls. My sweats are heavier than my towels, my enemies are crude. Will you please forgive my fouls? The foes be shooed.
Reality, what are you? Here, you are that with whom we sleep with blessings; wake without. Just three white kola nuts, and joy, sadness aborts. The earth is spherical in Asia, it is flat here. Stars glow in Europe, they fall here. Is this nature or is this us? Are we this snail or that horse? Does God love us or are we cursed? After all, don’t they take trains while we take bus? What matters are the campaigns, after, we lick pus. Reality, where the hell are you?
- ©– Lord ebay (and his random ruminations, 2018)
Nice one to start the year with
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