Inspired by “Toads” by Larkin
Why should I let frog fancy
Run my life?
Can’t I use my mind as a tether
And ignore it away?
I feel content
To sit about
But every now and then—
Wanderlust.
Lots of folks travel,
Nomad around,
A backpack and will
Surviving on guts—alive.
They seem to like it;
Even as paupers
In bare-footed ridiculous
No one actually starves.
But no, I just can’t
Cross the ocean
On mere lily pad dreams
Even if my heart leaps so.
The Proud Dandelion 
Intentional
Hello, hello do you hear the wind
Calling out names from yesteryear?
Asking for solace
Seeking respite
Under a gloomy sky of lavender
Tainted with the dirty water
Of the paintbrush wielded by a dark minded god
Praying for absolution for a race that no longer looks up
Hello, hello do you see the rain
Staccatoing half-hearted rhythms?
Hoping for answers
Dreaming of wisdom
Mixing with the slow wake
Of a ferry traversing earthbound Lethe
Clear in purpose but clogged by the ideals of man
Begging for clarity in a world drowning in nihilistic hedonism
Halt, halt the senseless blustering
Crowing loudly, unknowing portents
As ignorance answers
Proud of its dissipation
Crawling hangovers
Of a wastrel world
Listlessly wanderlusting across land seeking emotion
Intentionally avoiding the screaming empathy of humanity
Leave a comment
Posted in Nature, Poetry, Religion, Social Commentary
Tagged ignorance, storm, wanderlust