Everything that goes up

 

Everything that goes up

 

Everything that goes up

Must come down

After an unnatural high

Comes an unnatural low

It was wild & kind of great

Injurious to conversions with gnomes

But to borrow from the Pixies, gigantic

Still I’m glad I’m on the ground

Some people’s grass is too strong

I was hurtling through space

Out of touch with the planet

Hurtling through space & rotating

As if gravity didn’t exist

Now things are slower

Thank Goodness

& a Mahler slow movement is playing

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.