sábado, 26 de septiembre de 2009

Your reality’s solid cone

Your reality’s solid cone

The love & hate things
You never did

The mountain behind
Your last mount

The beautiful girl
You saw interchanging kisses
With such an ugly toad

The steepest slope
You’ll never go

The zillion of photons
Of the complete days
You forgot

The things that disappear
Through your back windshield
When you are going home

Are just illusory things
That never happened
Because they were outside of:

VABM 9/26/2009

3 comentarios:

  1. Nice poems man...what an inspiration....u r really great..thanks for sharing with us..

    BY:- Bloggersuse


  2. another wonderful, thought provoking poem! i love it. thanks for following and sharing :] -jay