Wednesday, November 28, 2012

SHORT ORDER.

A phenomenon is just a matter of opinion
and I don't know why you'd call, 
just so I would talk you out of a bad decision. 
I make bad decisions, with utter precision. 
I prescribe one every morning, like a physician. 
I quantify my wishes
like a mathematician. 

How could you not know by now, 
that Im hiding by dreaming- 
I keep my feet on the fall 
like some keep their eye on the ball. 
but you know me, I dance with the forrest
because I fail to see beyond the trees.
I miss the colossal of giants, 
had I not been examining their knees. 

It all slips and slides in the butter of magic. 
But that's just a matter of opinion. 
and in every small day, there lies a large phenomenon, 
But that's just a matter of dominion. 

1 comment:

dana said...

Your succint clarity and voice of reason is so beautifully explicated in this poem of self- defining veracity. Without a doubt, the landscape of your ethereal reality inevitably lures and keeps me longing for more.

Perpetually a fan,
Dana