Patrick Johnsonwhen I open my refrigerator
sometimes I find absolutely
'nothing to eat'
behind stacked leftovers
and food that could be cooked
sometimes
I find the butter
without a lid
with
a fucking
spoon
sticking in the middle
and I don't have to wonder
why society is going to hell
I stood outside in at the corner of my house where my favorite tree bows heavy with thick green while two birds fought behind me two slashes of white and blue while the clouds hung heavy in the sky pr
there are two ways to go about this first be quiet and let it sit deep on the inside while you stay passive so it forms a cancer in your throat that ruins all that is good or second take what it is sh
it's all held together by the golden ratio holy shapes the bees know this mundane thing becomes more than gods or purpose it becomes a miracle every waking moment constantly moving with an invisible d