Holding

circles are round squares

a corner measures

a circle dances

in motion always flowing 

with the creative lotion

of commotion 

here is the dancing fiasco

its like a tractor with wings

hard and bustling full of equipment

of ever present restricted freedom

you cannot deny the fire

that resides within

a sun blarring through smoke

is a danger sign for the fumigators

that live in the water

watch out

they bite hard

a flamingo is pink

with a beak

but you are purple 

and soo temptatious 

a dessert is sweet like your smile

but its been a while

i sit and linger

not pointing a finger

a blessing in this moment

is all i can ask for

my throat is raspy

i keep grasping for the lust of more

and my desire turns to dust

as i find the sole purpose of wishing

is to manifest a object

which you will later roll into the compost

to feel it disintegrate

but you

were the one to integrate 

the greatness to begin with

sit back and watch the poetry pass

its only a sound you create meaning

let your thoughts flow

let it all go

you have nothing to hold on to

even your breath doesn't last

fuel is used

recycled for another

and you can never own anything

capitalists will smash 

their teeth and eyebrows together

grinding grinding

and they don't make flour

pick a flower 

and watch it die

or let it grow 

seedlings drop 

and create more

you collect every seed you ever find

but have they ever touched the earth

since the storage bind?

i love you

for your caring nature

thats why its called nurture

your a creative loving creator

and i will always pick up run over

butterflies near the solid double yellow

lines as cars fly by