I could write a love poem about gooey warm chocolate chip cookies
We buy those at the store
I can watch the birds
I can’t fly
All the attractive women seem to be walking in the other direction
that’s more of a me problem tbh
I wanted to experience the grand canyon
so I jumped
I could explore the ocean life
I could dive in
Atlantis is real
It’s a graveyard
great things leave a wretched spirit wanting more
great beauty wows and pierces
my bed has skin
epidermal sheets and pillows
dandruff sofas
hairy screens
the flesh longs to lie down
to close the eyes and spend and waste away
this is the love of consciousness
sloth
sadness is the truest cost
lavishness
sadness highly paid for
It’s a seductive place to lay thy head
a rosebush draws blood
thorns have no voice
and are not wont to present themselves forthrightly
deny yourself
stay vigilant
The Wise Ry Guy 