All the Way Down

Exercise silence in this dreamy days of spring nights
With a smile in top of your face
And meditate while the Google would find the answers
To all but the simple questions of life
And then you can bye another copy of the New Yorker
In sake of finding something good, to hide the nature of the light
In your dreadful coffee and unmerciful biscuit
And while you stand, waiting nothing to come
Anything can attract you
Anything but sexy hands of an ancient dead beloved, gay perhaps in this days not fair blond lover of Shakespeare’s Hamlet,
Anything while you exercise silence and all the things that come
In the dreamful days of a spring nights
With a smile in your face and a Google at hand.

Soodaroo
2006-11-02
10:50 PM  ¶ 8:25 AM