this

so, this is the world
where needles sting and stay
as sunshine falls while buskers play
to discover afresh the new tears
when old stars die, leaving fears
of change
but the order will rearrange

so, this is humankind
the dominant, the cerebral
imagining that this is not so terrible
where love has only one lifetime
passing more than its ordained prime
still, though the words are gone
the music might linger on

so, this is immortality
without concern for precedent woes
such matters hindering said repose
yet, the player’s tunes
and the fortuitous moons
are reminiscent of that gentle touch
when humans had so much

©2009 Hey Hey

so real

this drug is the mind
as high as you will
and far as can be
for oft should play here
where all is so real

chemtrails to imbibe
changing these insights
of you, perchance could
don’t go there, is not
so real as might seem

then from a milieu
the purest abstraction
such worthy contender is
surely the signature
from all that is real

yet, edges thus straight
from a distance, not eyes
of the mind, where
fractures the geometry
of real, not so real

©2009 Hey Hey