idle thoughts with idle meanings
about love, life, and unavoidable
devastation
idle
idle
idle
all
unavoidable
like stepping on snails on a rainy day
or
kissing in the wind
it's all just an idle thought
about an idle you
and idle me
are you getting sick of that word yet?
you can't possess words
they possess you!
and yet the words and lines
of our time find less and less meaning
as more become dull and art
becomes a bore
the classics are forgotten
and the modern are revered
for them applebottom jeanes
and boots with them furs
we've all forgotten how to be
entertainers for ourselves
are you still reading?
idle
idle
idle
like a pot belly alcoholic
watching Bill O'Reilly
he would of made a great poet
so that leaves me,
filling the libraries of our time
with the blood of a young warrior
Saturday, June 7, 2008
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