“Philosophy of Pessimism”

A murder of crows
Tap on the moon
Calling out nocturnal beasts
For play with paper clowns
Rotting
In vain

Breathless fathers
High on fire
Take one last look
Learning the heart's
Filthy lesson

Philosophy of pessimism

Hold on to yourself
Face your fears
But do nothing about them

Or push the sky away
On a midnight street
Hoping the crows
And clowns
Don't sabotage the night

Either way
The killing moon
Still drives fathers insane

We're all just savages
On a long distance trip
That will make you lose
Your mind

Β©James Dennis Casey IV

 

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