Getting on the bus for a ride.
I wonder if we will get to see the famous statues?
One conversation is struck up back far.
Which statues?
Damn, that film was far better than I expected?
Truly? You cannot be serious?
What film?
I think to myself. Aye, thinking.
And yet a thousandfold stimuli inundate
A clattering and chattering
A tapestry of talk, constantly in motion
Things in and out of context
Can't even get peace of mind.
Imagine the mental cacophony
of being a telepath.
Brain a'buzzing with telephony.
Suddenly everyone would literally think aloud,
I too would be doing so.
Aye, best just ignore it.
Thinking too much about it.
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Songs of the Reed
Thơ CaA repository of various poems that I have written over the years gathered into this publication. Influences range from Whitman, Ginsberg to Shakespeare and Milton and confluence into what is hopefully a larger collection. It'll be updated daily with...
