Paul Schmidtberger, Design Flaws of the Human Condition
- *watches a movie*
- *sees a dog*
- me: if something happens to that dog I sWEAR TO GOD
A sunset’s mounded cloud;
A diamond evening-star;
Sad blue hills afar;
Love in his shroud.
Scarcely a tear to shed;
Hardly a word to say;
The end of a summer day;
Sweet Love dead.
— Gwendolyn Brooks
Fluffy Baby Donkey
beautiful boston ballet boy.
Your flowers feed on carrion—so do your birds;
Men feed on each other because you taught them life was cheap,
Flowing from your endless womb without pain or understanding.
No midwife caresses your flesh or bathes clean your progeny,
Life spurts from you, little world,
and you regard it with disdain.
Only bruised men sense your cruelty,
men whose life has lost its meaning.
— James Kavanaugh (via observando)