7

somewhere deep inside my brain i get the feeling that i am a key part of the apocolypse....


that would be fun.

5

a man once told me about how slinging
words of figure 8's no longer hold an
authentic feel.

"you can only build kingdoms
so high on simple words
before the foundation
starts to snap"

we were hit by a sand storm
from off the distance.
flecks of rubble found its
way onto my tongue.

all around me
cities fell.

words meant nothing.

2

i sleep in my clothes
all the time

one morning i wake up
and wander over to
the store

the worker notices me in
the same clothes
and asks me if i got lucky
last night with a cocky
grin

i put down a can of drink
and pulled out two dollars
and told him "yeah i did,
i found two dollars on the
ground last night"

payed for the drink
and went on my merryish
way.

1

there was once a sage
who started his day
peeling off the cracked
dull words he spoke
so many years before this day.

the times were changing
he'd tell himself.
but he knew his time was
just about up.

he didn't bother packing his
things. he just got up
and headed across the lands
and fields, climbing hills,
walked thru a few village streets
until he reached a far isolated
field. with a single tree.

he settled himself down and
positioned himself in full lotus
position. meditating. breathing
what he knew to be his last
few breathes.

time passed as it normally did
for what felt like years.

the sage finally found his last moment
of peace tho.

until next time,
he whispered.

with a sudden flash, his flesh left
him and he was left as a single
statue under a tree...