A biscuit
is falling on my lap,
and she won't stop!
A dog
feels like love, and
I'm just another wheel
in the cog of a broken car.
Jupiter comes
once every alternating month
to tell me that I need to
file for my taxes,
and the politics,
of such overgrown states,
has traveled all the way
to my doorstep.
A dog
tells me that
I need to share my secrets
only with the people who
will feed me.
It's, however, common courtesy
to tip the waiter
after dancing on the table, and busting
all the windows in the building.
The establishment of vexed candy-canes
has declared a decree in vain,
for the queens
of this empire
have betrayed
my favorite horse.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Incoherent Poetry
PuisiPoetry that serves to clash tonally and ideally with the objective that a new tone, genre, or coherency (some semblance of sense at all) can be made from throwing different ideas together in a bizarre gathering of words.
