The Tree

How boring would it be
To just be a tree
Rooted to the ground
While the world spins around me

It won't be much exciting
To see the seasons change
While the humans rearrange
Themselves in different skins

Leave fall and leaves grow
Through the rain and the snow
Sunshine, hail, and fog
Just breathing in this smog

Standing still is no thrill
And now the humans come for me
With their jaws and their claws
They rip, tear and open me

They take my arms and my legs
Turn me into boards and pegs
Divided and thrown all around
My single mind hears the sound

Of the slow walk of the beast
Who comes for all of them
Carrying revenge and retribution
Justice on its poisoned back
Justice is a sky turned black
Forever

the lost poem

maybe millions of years ago

when i was just a child
surfing the interwebs
i came across a poem

which impressed me so much
i wrote it down in a notebook
and took a printout too

so that i could read it again 
and again

now the notebook is lost

the printout is lost

the name of the poem in my head
is a fading memory

all that i remember

is

that the poem was about a butterfly
lost on her way home

Quaking

i can feel

the earth vibrate under me

an anger

boiling
inside the surface

the mad god sits

silently
plotting
the demise of 
everything

when the cracks appear

doubts disappear

there is only one

thing to do

run like fuck
run like fuck, man