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Whether heavy or light,
of stone or of gold,
our heart, it weighs hardly ten ounces;
Scientists say that when the Sun uses up all its
it will start to swell until its surface reaches the orbit of Mars.
Earth will be engulfed and consumed in the process.
The Sun will then have been transformed into a star called a red giant
Why can’t eyes be fingers?
Then there’d be no need for a nervy stare
just a soft tap
on someone’s wrist.
Young Sparra' Legs
“Come on duck” his mother shook
Young Sparra’ Legs awake
Breakfast done and beds been made,
We wouldn’t want your back to cave.
In number 12, bestiality pines
Lived a strange boy, a German named nein
His father a man, his mother a cat
Stumbling as though in dream,
My eyes fought to take in what breath would take away.
Vast plains of purest seams woven by more than masterful hand,
And rooted into like a careless love beaming naively for the here.
Me; Meet My Monkey.
There’s a monkey on ma’ back
And his smile is so hollow,
He whispers in ma’ ear
And he tells me where to go.
Just a call...
Call them shadows on the floor,
Call them what you will.
Call them fly’s that crawl the walls
Beneath your window-sill.
A little girl I was, when I first pictured your face,
My young mind filled those dreams to the brim with your grace,
I had built you up, accompanied with your castle,
You were to save me from despair, my guardian angel,
I think I may be out of ink
I do not know; I merely think
I merely think I’m out of ink
What do you think?