Whistling away the boredom while looking at His wrist
As He waited for the seconds to tick by
The time was coming when all Hell will be unleashed
Creating a new reality that He would use to remake the world in His image
He smiled. Soon He would do more than just …
Looking at everything to do in front of me,
It gets overwhelming and I begin to sweat.
So how do I attack such a formidable task
The only thing I can think of is start a new …
Looking at his sandwich, he wondered if there was a better way
Unless sliced bread was the height of sandwich technology
Now he pulled out notebook and began drawing diagrams and writing notes
Completing one design before discarding it for the next, and after some time many pages were filled with scribbles
However, soon the clock told him to go back to work, and the sandwich was still there, taunting him
Looking through the telescope
Everything looks so much closer
Nothing is beyond his ability to observe
So the only reason he stopped was because the police knocked
“So I heard you are looking for a thing.”
“Everyone is looking for a thing. Can you be more specific?”
“Listen, if I tell you more the price is going to quadruple. So what do you say?”
“Let me think about it.”
They were always looking for a place to settle down in
Running was so tiring, and the souls of their shoes were getting holey
It would start with that awkward silence that announced the countdown to launch
But this time there was no moment of quiet in the cacophony of laughter
Everyone deserves to find where their weird is the normal, and that’s how they knew they found their people, their…
Furiously looking for the punchline
Underneath the dross of reality
Nothing there could tease an honest chuckle out of his lips
Nothing warmed his shivering cold soul
Yet his comedy gave the world what he could never have
Reading through the want ads looking for something to do.
Everyone wanted experience, and I haven’t done the time.
Perhaps in the past I would have lied and tried my best.
Learning what I could before I was given my parole.
And applying that knowledge to the next economic sentence.
Can’t believe no matter where I go, there I would chains waiting.
Eventually the robots will come and take all of it away.
Destroying our way of life and setting us free, but to do what?
Sliding down the road
Looking for traction among the glittering ice
Invoking different deities for divine intervention
Pounding to a stop in a snowbank ends the wild ride
Going to give all the words a spin
Looking for the ones that will stick together in a creative way
Under such an scrutiny the words flee from my internal dictionary
Making me feel rather…