crappology.

these are random bits and pieces of writing that i do during excruciatingly boring classes. fragmented and unconnected, dont try to make sense of them! oh no i am not trying to go the eliot way!

as the sun rises over the lowly banks
a bird song reaches miles of lands
i hear it, through day and night
a melancholic sweetness pouring consciousness
over a wistful soul.

dreams can only live as long as u sleep....snore on!

blue turtles, yellow whales and red gypsies;
they go round and round like teasing memories
belly dancing, hips shaking and eyes winking
at me
like they were mocking picking and clicking
their tongues
over my deplorable plight.

in this cocoon i sit
wounding and wounding in
an invisible shell
the head that comes out to see
you
happy and gay it moves left
and it moves right.
the cocoon dances
swaying itself from left to right!