ON ROSECOVERED SNARES` PATH

Weedbundles to catch

Nettles to eat

Blindfolds to carry

Walls to bury

 

Life to sort

 

In drunken swagger after slightest right to hold loved

sifts the funny farms steadily for what is most sane

while the scum lie absent-minded with a red apple in the mug

 

Un-astute unwieldy ― Wretched,

grubbing in exchangable Nothing,

turns around,

not unlike stinking and staring cows

 

And hardships small bread crumbs look good in darkness’ corner

while the very finest scum oink away to their babble songs

 

Retards demand to equal eachother to live furthest down

in clutching after cheap thought-jewelry and life-pettiness

Misgrowth is dug up ideals: Meaningless crass experiences

But, unclean will remain being Gladness’ most rare guests

 

Weedbundles to throw

Nettles to grow

Blinfolds to burn

Walls to build

 

 

Life to sort