Poetry for Strangers: Carpe Diem

you ask yourself what’s it all for
tacos and beer the hobos implore

i seized the day but lost the week
the month dangles from a toucan’s beak

poets will be the heroes when the revolution comes
we’ll need their visions like cold black plums

i believe in the phantom time hypothesis
as it relates to my life’s synopsis

i saw the news last night it was mean
cosmic dust has settled on the guillotine

this moment this moment we breathe in and out
eternal now is the drug of the devout

language grows in the garden of the mind
nonsense like liana blooms undefined

the windmill actually is a giant
it’s reality that is defiant

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