There was one time a man’s voice

There was one time a man's voice
Curled up inside another man's voice
The snake song grabbed hold of the throat
And out came voluminous nonsense from that throat
Until soil, trees, building tops
Were all slathered in it.

Now a sticky tar reaches to the sky
With babbling for its steps
Humans climb it only to find
That they get stuck midway
Or before the journey has even begun
And that their cries for help are muted.

A human being-question chasing after both God and nothingness. The internet is a disaster, but our starlessness might teach us something. I welcome our constant experimenting with ourselves with open arms, for ultimately they are attempts of life at living and growing in life. My dwelling is in Key West, while the dwellings of my loves are Indiana, New Mexico, Texas, Massachusetts and Arizona. These spaces are nothing. Love abides and love embraces. View all posts by Richard Q