To Welcome the Sun Which Rises in the West

by on January 4, 2016 :: 0 comments

I give a chase to it
yet the sun
doesn’t rise in the west,

I jump on it
still I find myself always
lying below a merciless rapist,

I scratch on it
nevertheless the honey is sucked
by a tartar I have accidentally caught,

I pray to it
but my cheque is bounced back
to my empty purse,

I bribe to it
and then it comes to a stand-still
to welcome my sun which rises in the west.

editors note:

It costs a dreamer’s ransom to stand the Earth on its head. – mh clay

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