Cupful of Eyes

Filter your designation
good tea is a good song
sips of the blackest tea
we're friends with coffee
float to our destination
good tea is brewed too long
young and old, deepest sea
wild cars are set free

Three doors and tree floors
and I'm sitting on a lonely chair
wild cars wheeze, drivers' hair
suffocating youth, dissipating air

The spirit of the outside air
going through a life, now fair
the beating heart's lair
with a caffeinated pair

They flew in
through the open windows

The world speaks of war
and the mountains' daily roar
as I sit in the coffee house
all the chirps in a blouse
the windows are my earthly eyes

a filter from the outward lies
a coffee house with blood outside
and the cups we laid out, lied.

Absolute Zero: Person on the Streets

"Tummy aches

oh, you poor little kid

crying because you're hungry

for a twenty-year job experience

you will starve to death

simply because you're poor

poor and stupid and poor

go beg on the streets."

Humanity at absolute zero

when offered a free rose

denied that a tree rose

from the seeds of your glee hose

ugly as your wee pose

like you have a pee nose

the road that three chose

to your absolute zero

Hungry for survival

we're all poor little kids

smashing our heads

onto a fresh loaf of bread

drinking good wine

and shitting fresh grapes

awaiting spring to come

at absolute zero

The frost is now gone

but there's always an excuse

the summer's so cold

the autumn's so hot

a reason to not fight

a reason to fall back

At absolute zero

we will all burn

A person on the streets

screaming intelligible gibberish

bla ya seh lo

gu reh wi lo

"Blast 'ya away

into absolute zero

good riddance

we're all lowly scums."