What to do on a beautiful Sunday afternoon?

Sunday Afternoon (Listen Vertically) What do you think?

• This poem is basically a release of al of my sunday afternoon feelings. Sunday afternoons blow. They are the most depressing time segment of the entire week. There is a snail. He rides along smiling paths And winding roads. The seas are green and move mountains toward the sun. These branches press onward toward the new horizon And dead moths fall Like squirrel carcasses Along roads Of no man's land. White empty roofless houses In the middle of the desert At noon Sail cheap balloons Against ominous Blaringly clear skies. Alas! That droning white noise You'll hear If you listen beyond the window Straight through the glass, Then vertically. Listen vertically. Then don't place blame For seratonin depletion. Overly trimmed hedges Whom fall below the knee: Oppressing. Overwhelmingly so, woeful. Yellow grass and concrete And dry streams. Costly ventilation makes me cry. It's still hot. I see people in the corners of my eyes Among stale pretzels Underneath The bleachers- Cotton candy is a lie Rain dissipates such frivolities. I wonder how long have lived These big sedentary propellers? Listen vertically to their wind As our desperate fins Tell a story of a city In the water Protected by ice Solid and dry. There are boxes and bones That will never move Suns and strains Which never soothe. I couldn't see the moon. So I listened And vertically I only heard pictures Through the distilled desolation Of a sunday afternoon.

• Answer:

  I think it's very good it really a great way to express your feelings