I spoke with my other today
He say, she say, it’s to late for me, it say
Sanity is fragile, prodigiously curious –
Precariously balanced -> or unbalanced
Sometimes the vessel cracks…unsurprisingly
The world seems a tasteless farce; is a tasteless farce.
Distinction is in the view, unwittingly –
Should it be malleable or so very terse
Maybe, the created were going for a feel — epigrammatic?
Either way, I prefer the feel, of what’s in my head
Than the vibes I get from looking ahead…
Remember, people have the ability to change —
they have the ability to get fucking worse.
© Luis Valencia