Micro Poems 2 |
by Soodabeh (April) |
#1 Everyday a junkie leans against the subway's fence repeating "You filthy B*" Yesterday The security took his filthy F* corpus #2 You won't reach the top of humanity hill until you feel the people's unseen pains and wipe up the invisible tears #3 Scientists say: "Consciousness is a state of matter" But I think the conscious poems have been written unconsciously! #4 If your name was erased quickly by the first snow, you would carve it next spring on the memory of this old oak |