In the Now of SelfA Poem by Alfred KukitzEcology's GoalIn the Now of Self Crystals knocking on a door of fame You see his stature, you see his name Crowds gather in an applause of rings Smiles turn to white teeth meaning his fame is in In alleyways across Earth's tundra Blunder, famine, corruption fill the wonder In poses known as Eskimos The chill of stillness finds its home. Across the middle age of life's breathing cycle Air fills lungs with screeching tires To hustle the signposts of relative success The lie fills our pockets with green bread dread I found the animal that hides in me A natural habit in ecology's tree My steps lead me to songs of Earth As I live in the now of self. © 2015 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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