Poems About the Environment
I write to be heardrather than to be absurd, I'm a poet, I'm not a bird chirping and tweeting constantly
Chemistry makes my brain cells popNot knowing is what makes me rock.
Internet runs faster than I do.
Phones know more than I do.
Breathing in wi-fi instead of air.
The atoms of imperfections fog the mirror these two eyes stare into
They search for meaning in the midst of it all
Smooth orange liquid sunshine
mixes with the salty turquise breeze
An esoteric halocline of incarnate earth-breath
As I sit in my darken room, looking up at a familiar shade of grey above,