himes

An ordinary little boy.
That's what I am and while I've been searching for ways to describe my existential thoughts, I failed to simply stream. So perhaps my language my strike many of you as verbose yet simple - I assure you I do it intentionally and not for credibility.


For I know my place is in ambiguity,
a second, a month combine my blinking.
I set upon this company to imagine what,
a year or two might reward, or where a glance may transport.
I'm feeling pitiful, in spite of an aging angst.
I'm seeing kitchens full of cooling pies.
What to do, what to say, when do I finally eat?
Tomorrow? Tonight? should I have taken a bite? yesterday?
So boring is this game, Wait.
yet how exciting is it to know the time is short.


And a nod to you, my friends
may a river flow with blood
down from summits at your end.