Plastic curse

My fingers get shorter
And have lost the greed
To conquer and collect
Useless desired objects.
Plastic creates beauty
All around me,
While poisoning my natural family.

Advertisements

Music hole

The Black hole is approaching,
Sucking me in with its energy
Of criticism and judgement.
I builds my personal joke
To laugh inside while I agree
To your pointing fingers.
No Black on me but only radiating music.