50. Tesfa yetemolu yefikir sinignoch

I was just thinking about you

For dog years in more places than a stray

Dog could only dream of going to

Mustering strength from my exhaustion

When all hope is lost what’s there left to do?

Save for hope some more

The very thought of you brings out

The prophet in me

Dig this

Your heart shall be my shelter the whole

150 cmof it [citation needed] and time will stop

To be a concept

Neither 1.5 ml


Nor 1.73 m


None of it will signify a damn thing

You become the concept

I stay with that concept obscenely blissful

Let space-time shrink we will live the scientific life

Physics, chemistry, biology  we will have it all

My missing rocks inclusive -that’s geology

Til with that concept  wake up

And I am dead

Never mind the statistics you best believe

We gon’ die together

But that’s for later

Now  can hardly wait

For my universe to end


Love is in the air (not as much as them green house gases anyway); I inhaled and it came out like so.


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. tibebe
    Feb 18, 2008 @ 08:18:51

    t——-Simple! Cuz you love to read shit❗

    b——–That is if there is ever going to be a person😥 Or do you know who she is?🙄 Please tell me.


  2. betty
    Feb 14, 2008 @ 22:24:36

    I bet you the person whom this poem is written to will never get tired of reading this.


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