This is a poem I wrote about a month ago (May 11th 2014) and published on Bubblews. I am now posting it here.
You see pink mayhem with every passing moment, turning the tragic into the absurd and henceforth abiding, wondering and turning and toiling and turning, the thunders whines and curses, the rain gives and takes, the time that was was not and never was not, if you can say that you can know that, but you can not understand, because you lack understanding, because understanding requires something you lack, the thunder calls you names and stuffs you in a metaphorical locker, not a school locker, a locker of the deepest abyss, that abyss of a lost sailor, what is your problem?
There have been too many manys and two of them are too many to see a light.
There was a time that was not a time because it was and was not at the same time.
If that last line makes you confused why then do you let the media, religions, and politicians constantly deceive you with the equivalent?
Photo is mine
originally published by myself on Bubblews at this link http://www.bubblews.com/news/3338354-the-equivalent