A Poem of Turtlesturtles turtles turtles...god I love turtlessnakes, too
A poem I wrote at MIAD in the summer of 2011In the river is water. A current of water which travels from point A to point B. Point A is an empty place. Desolation as far as one's eye can see. Nobody's yet seen point B because it's not within our reach. Or maybe it doesn't exist. The twists and curves mock us, feigning truth but hurtling us to point A. We fall, but laugh before restarting, for we get to have another go. Now, flowing through the river, we come back to our point of demise and, no longer blind to the deceit that lies beyond, turn the other way down a snaking waterway. We laugh at the funny attempt the river made and are shortly eviscerated in the purple eyes of a squid, an
MadnessIn the mind of the madman, few things make sense. Some thoughts are small (like the sky being green or something), but some are thoughts are violent. This one can relate to those destructive thoughts. The thoughts of a madman, perhaps called a sadist, frighten the average Joe. For good reason, though. He dreams of torture, of destruction, of death... ...but mostly torture
Sta.sh
