Celebrate, celebrate, celebrate!
Tantrums and weed are gone.
Left behind now.
So unfold your eyes
you peacock-blue boy.
No punishment awarded.
Life is confusingly
like a human beeing.
Invite yourself to a wedding.
Pick a red chalk
and write your name
on a blade of grass.
Arrange flowers in your house
and let all colors glow
in the dark.
Go with the wind.
Dig a hole in the water.
Go fly a horse, and then visit
a Fransiscan monastery.
Listen to the hymns.
Burst into tears
and feel divinely gifted.
Remote control
and foment
dolby sound of sorrow.
Reveal update subcod.
Clear timer record.
Choose once only
or weekly
and store
life.
Poetry by Silene
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Written on 2007-01-04 at 13:23
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