life is but a joke

walden freeman

an infinite number of shapes
with infinite sides
walks into a driveway

"where were you
when i survived?"
said one shape to the next
"the convenience store?
the train station?
a fortress growing gardens in quicksand?"

we'd already fixed our falls
so they could be broken again
by the metaphor mayhem of poets past

justam

"in a fortress growing gardens in quick sand?"

I like how that follows the more mundane options above it.