WRITTEN IN SEPTEMBER


the boy is growing
the cash is flowing
the birds birdcall twitter
swim in a lake of glitter
 the greenest green like likes the sun
my age is not your business
nor the strength of my back you agist
the cows cud my chest fur
their heads buried in my brain
 washing my thoughts w/ their cries!

like the death of your caring
the snow covers nothing
and puke and bleeding from eyes
on top of the smallest mountain
 ANONYMOUS ANONYMOUS
THERE ARE NO MOUNTAINS
THE MEANING IS NO MEANING
the wind can be used for sailing
or shows the sun or other suns
 that dry all the water in my skull!