Sometimes, you don't need a lot of words.
'Perform'ance
Monkeys, we are,
dancing for a dangling carrot.
Neither the carrot drops,
nor our dance stops.
Rhyme and dime
A world
where rhyme
earns dime,
is every poet's
longing dream.
500 Days of Summer
Summer's chaotic,
Tom lacks spine.
Together, a dreamy disaster,
I thought.
But it isn't black or white,
there's grey. Lots.
And I see that now,
after all these years.
Both, somehow
Light's wave
light's particle
cat's alive
cat's dead
love's this
love's that
both, somehow.