Kurt

Sitting by the window on a cloudy day.
Peppers burning up my ears,
Nirvana in my head.

Church bells and handsigns
honking horns for satirical means
north 16th st.
Comfort and chaos

Sitting by the window on a cloudy day
Sublime, Subliminal messages
Why did I ever open up Pandora’s box

The cities’ hustle and bustle
Thoughts compromised by cars and buses
Advertising imperfections.
Over stimulated. Alone.

No problem is ever too big.
We can still get through this.
Death is just an, another stepping stone
The cycle continues.