Men stir up black hatexplosions.
Where can I find blue skies
throbbing love,
bright grass honey dripping
to pasture my wandering thoughts ?
Leaf is falling,
black isn’t sunlight
giving hopes, life.
Inox trees drive away
exhausted birds without fate,
stale brahmans preach universal unhappiness,
someone poisons air, brains, humus, ideas.
We’re striding to the unknowable threshold.
I’ll hang my damloved hopes
to your door,
friend without tomorrow.