The Mind of a Misanthrope

Where colors and pointlessness collides.

People amaze me

Their living

Their loving

Their hatred

Their peaceful picnics

And their awkward little promises

Insightful prosperity

So many words

So little to say

Meaning and pointless colors of the sky

To water the lawn

To fly red kites

To tan on the beach

To breathe the utter flesh of life

An essence of complexity in fantasy

The aura of principle

Cardinal sin

Deception

Dishonesty

Slices of worthless sanction

Yet replaceable in one too many ways