Category: Urbanism


Gesundheit

Hard, to sit still, while
the world burns, in fear, outside
these fragile glass doors.

Watching the rain
through the window,
blowing in the silent
wind, the sun
bathing droplets,
remind me,
I’m behind
the glass,
stuck, like
a bug,
inside this
jar, of
nine
to
five.

Chattering,
images flare-
mindstruck.
highway
driving,
words flow,
looking to vent-
every
busy
moment,
the
mind
wanders
into
spectrometric
bows, rolling
falls flooding
verdant plains,
poppy fields,
watermelon
skies blossom
into obsidian,
crescent crimson
crowns midnight-
torn
away-
by
the
nattering
day.

Wonders

wonders, wonders
aerily anew,
firmament- so
blue. Drifting,
drifting clouds
pass by. Pondering
pondering, why,
oh why? Those below,
busy busy,
no time
to gaze,
at
this,
azure
sky-
ablaze.