Words in a Semi-Specific Order by Boris Salvador

When I first read this poem, I thought Boris was making fun of the way I write poetry. I still think so. -KV

Words in a Semi-Specific Order


Like paper rain drops falling on the road,
Running gold tears of something that is defiantly not gold.
I fly amongst a purple mountain's majestic view of golden plains of something that is certainly not gold.
So suck in air to breathe Mr. Tangerine man.
Because we are all just taking up space.
Space like a ring around a ball whose gases lie outside
Like a forgotten blade of grass in a lawn of pink flamingoes and ceramic munchkin idols.
Praying to a golden sun that is most assuredly not golden.
And taking up space,
Space like a line preceding
"The End"
And anteceding a psuedo poem that while being incredibly nonsensical and truly meaning nothing
Manages to sound like coffee house fodder
Pleasing the Sophistos.

The Space

"The End"

By Boris Cougar Salvador