Wednesday
East of the River.
The
woods scream your name, while
The
city whispers goodbye. Don’t be
Too
upset my dear, the time will come
For
you to shine. For you to show us the
White
light is real and flowers smell good.
Heaven
exists don’t let him tell you otherwise
Share
the news with your brother for
The
cab has no destination. Close your eyes
And
smile wide. The world is yours.
POEM
When
I die I know your tears will be dry
And your heart will melt. When I die the
World
will go on and time will still tick.
The
world is thick with evil people, don’t
Breath
in or you’ll get sick. Dogs bark at
Midnight
to the brown moon, while
The
flies burn on the horizon. Cross your
T’s
with a cursive wave and feed the homeless
Birds
tonight. Kiss mother goodbye for me,
I
don’t know if I’ll be back.
Tuesday
I wish, I wish
I wish I was a paper tiger living in the woods
No cares in my mind, only a bunch of hair
I wish I was a paper tiger riding on a camel’s back
The camel and I met in Paris
I wish I was a paper tiger ready to explore
This will consist of me going to outer space
I wish I was a paper tiger that liked to sing
My voice would be heard by all men and children
I wish I was a paper tiger with wings
Sometimes I imagine life from up there rather than down here
I wish I was a paper tiger with eyes
As yellow as a lemon and a mean smile.
I wish I was a paper tiger
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