Friday, June 1, 2012

Please prove a Robot

You will see
times face turning, arms swinging
too tired not to sing
these quiet love songs
words that mean nothing
but everything
I want you too feel
the poetry for yourself
of yourself
everything connected
always all ways
patently paitently incorrect
just like me.


  1. before there were
    only robots
    languages that lived in dreams
    and the darkness that conquered all fears
    constantly turned them into themselves again

    and so innocently that all as one slowly
    they disappeared themselves
    into the sky