Melting into the couch
Frying the brain
Staring at screens
Hardly wondering
What it all means
Too tired to care
So I stare
And stare and stare
At these people
On these screens
They say things
And stories are told
Day after day
As I grow old
A fungus growing on the couch
A hippopotamus
With a bottomless
Appetite
For entertainment
Time spent
Time spent
Time spent
Staring at
Entertainment
Melting into this couch
One episode
At a time.
-C.H.
Why is it that we are so eager to appreciate the beauty of a: flower, or a waterfall, or the stars, or a sunset; but we are hardly ever that open to seeing the beauty in each other? Why is that, dear
“A simple request” she says, “Speak to me in poem, intrigue my mind with your words, genuine and authentic, for your words become actions, are the framework of our relationship, and have the power to
There’s a camera on top of the building Next to this one And it points Right at me I lift up my shirt And flash it my hairy nipple Then I give it the finger It moves with me Turning as I walk away fro
