| Saturday, February 27, 2010
the sunlight wanes
deep dank depression presses down
you fall to the ground,
silently.
wait,
a minute,
two minutes,
three and four.
is there really no hope for the world?
then you see the sign,
no trespassing.
then there is another
no vandalising.
then you look around.
trees?
then you hear the deep voice.
child,
it is twelve. why are you in the park?
the purple piggy oinked 3:26 AM
