Overdose

July 26, 2012

#9 Overdose

Count your fingers,
I can’t be
your feather.
Come brothers
and sisters
of usual and sarcasm -
speak of
undisturbed vision,
landscapes
wide into the wild.
Gather our spirits
near cheerful
yet solemn,
guilty of gluttony,
an overdose of
sweetness,
a realistic approach
towards infinity.