Artistic Ironic Nonsence ( I hate the Mainstream).
Running, running, a field of dewy surprises
tucked away under highighter green grass
frozen faucets offer no use when
my thirst left under miles of starving games
we play when we search for spiritual feasts
through magazine's celebrities, soul searching
away through gurus and circus freaks
giant elephants under carnival cars
reddit redos and subtopics
online make me cry
nonsence, nonsence, nonsense
writer's block, block no more.
-Julien Grey