A dead little baby bird is lying trampled on the pavewalk; it didn’t make the flight, it plummeted straight down.

The tiny head severed from its little died up corpse for some reason, lying dead among the broken bottles, the shattered glass shimmering like glitter in the sunlight

And I hear the rustling of leaves and the singing of seagulls, happily feasting on a Danish someone dropped on the road nearby

And in this world, nevertheless, I am happy

#poetry

I have two things on my mind

(This will be my best post yet)

1

I am now after a painfully long time in the microwave transformed into a popcorn.

There’s no way on this earth to unpop a popcorn

This new me isn’t just a hard shell but inside out

Soft

Of course it hurt, but look at me now

I am weightless

This is my final form of course

#poetry

---

2

I’m watching Tulsa king. I see with great interest Stallone playing this mafioso guy out of prison, just murdering anyone who he finds disrespectful, just doing things his way, even though he is a prisoner of his own principles, is somewhat satisfying: seeing him solve most of his problems with violence like that.

Yes👍 🤌

---

The silver full moon shines even through the clouds; illuminating them on the brownish blue night sky.

!!

And the frozen slush of molten dirty snow is blank and slippery — against the sky, however, it looks like it glimmers with gold.

And in the car it’s warm. And the dogs are warm.

And I have my family with me.

My whole world in this dark warm car.

Isn’t that something?

#poetry

The black dog is resting on my shoulder.

And me with my wonky eye

And my long hair

And the raven sized dog on my shoulder

Burdened by wisdom

Just like Odin

#poetry

Hey did you ever heard of fidget spinners? You know? I got a yellow/black one (not black/yellow), which I do use for fidgeting and spinning and sometimes I even balance it on my nose.

It’s better than nothing.

#poetry