SOMEONE
Poetry about a poem
Someone’s got to write about the burnt out
sun
About the rain
About the pain
Someone got to sing about god
about god’s thoughts
about him and herself
Someone’s got to draw
Someone’s got to paint
about crying in a strangers arms
about how their no friends at all
Someone’s got to remember
to be kind
Someone’s got to have diseases
Someone’s got to be god
I am God
I am Boris the spider
Weaving my plans
For Iris my Spider-wife
Someone’s got to look
into the mirror
showing the ever changing daily
better version of our selves
Someone’s got to write
about the non-existence
of accidents
of life’s destined death
Someone must be God’s
melody
of Sunday morning
of respect of memories words
of flowers falling to their knees
At the sight of the Tree
of the Wind
of life
of the Emperors plastic sea
Someone’s got to be me
someone’s got
to be my single lost sock
Someone’s got to smile
about laughter
about me
about you
I am God’s
illusions
I am Boris the spider
I am humanity
I am human
Someone’s got to write
about complex trauma
about trauma’s destruction of life
of art
of the more paradise in hell
than we’ve been told
Someone’s got to shag
drink and come
out laughing smelling
of Rosy Lee
tasting of tea
Someone’s got to be
Someone’s got to write
crazy poems
zombies, shamans & love
Someone 2018 copyright @Kez
