Boiling Point

Please see:

São Paulo- Life Stopped, Stopped Life

Pardon Me

Sugar Cane Train

Pardon Me

Does the writer write the story

Or does the story write the writer?

Does the sun really shine

Or does the Darkness make it brighter?

 

Are we at the center

Or are we the satellite?

Are we really Angry

Or do we just like to fight?

 

Am I wasting your time

Or are you wasting mine?

This was only a short jaunt,

I think we’ll be just fine.

 

Please read me as well:  Another One

Another One

I shall soil this blank page,

dirty it with my thoughts.

I think a lot of stupid shit,

more so than I ought.

 

I think the world should hear my words,

although I don’t know why.

I believe my head is an antenna,

grabbing ideas from the sky.

 

I’m most likely quite delusional,

bordering on absurd.

But I tricked yet another one,

into reading one of my turds.