where has the world swung
vanished quietly
into the cold outside
and inside
voices speak to yesterday
and wonder why
feelings hear tomorrow
yet refuse to die
the world seems to appear
a gaping wound
surrounded by gore
of all the years
a large yo yo
dangling
from a white beard
unwashed and tangled
another world swings in
on gollum’s hair
reeking of fish
and heat
it hits the wound
and rebounds
was that world real
or is this one?
6:40am
21st sept, ’11
Hearts Still Care 