Saturday, October 9, 2010

45*21

Laughing bird!
Why are you laughing at me
from your place in the brook
Obscured from me by low hanging trees
That mocking laugh
When I know I've done nothing to you
You are like society
after a gas
The laughter never ceases
so it seems
but the truth is
it only happens at 10 second intervals
Laughing bird
what do you see
from down in the mud
where your universe is shiny
a beast of thought
on the backs of human kind
mocking mocking
a never sense of knowing
and the sense of the unknown

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