No sense in my nonsense

Purple doors locking red keys away,

black rain from orange clouds of gold.

Seeing blind with dogs, come on,

glasses made of sand now plastic.

Heart shaped boxes holding cholesterol,

candy made into diet food for the weak.

Using energy because one is too lazy,

running away from what you always wanted.

Peaches kept in pear juice what the hell,

cherry candy flavored the same.

Chocolate flavored kisses,

I would rather taste the kiss.

Sweetness only found to be bitter,

or bittersweet to find the meaning.

I have no answers to questions,

only questions to answers.

I see only what I hear,

yet I am too deaf to see clearly.

I sit in the darkness with the lights on,

typing away nonsense as I think.

If my meaning in life is to wonder,

then I guess I am a strawberry flavored peach.













Johnny Newell