The Placings All Set

everyone at the table

The Placings All Set

Pour a moon for me
Make it taste of curiosity
Astro soul entangles my blood
I'm floating for all eyes to see.

Time is nothing in an endless mind
I see distance in a speck of a trace
Earth, round & natural, seems fine from here
My idea of man leaves much to distaste.

I hear the screams & chants for want
The dollar store can't cover the Earth
Bags of want, bags of goodies
sit around absent without arms to trust

Political scurvy sits around a mumbled rhyme
lacking stable ideas for the a big feast of thine,
Pass forks, knives, plates,
The placing all set without the staples.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

The whole world in a pocket. Whose hands are allowed in? Morphing into a unrecognized ecosystem.

Thanks for the visit!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

they sure full of mumble rhyme...and the moon gets further out of reach for those of us who want to be more than we are, but can't find that dollar store open anymore...