Posted in the Daily Post: Dense
“My house. It’s kind of eccentric.
It’s two decades worth of accumulated personal projects.
Yeah, it is pretty dense in my house”
Douglas Coupland
Dense
Streets filled with people
Streets filled with clutter
Even the odd beagle
In the centre will hover
A densely populated market
It’s an easy target
For the lone tourist
Looking for more than nourishment
Posted in the Daily Post: Dense
“My house. It’s kind of eccentric.
It’s two decades worth of accumulated personal projects.
Yeah, it is pretty dense in my house”
Douglas Coupland
Dense
It is hard to define
The suburban skyline
Buildings, cranes and clouds
It all seems, kind of loud
Trying to be proud
But all the density
Just makes me feel itchy
So, with a big eraser
Sharp, as a laser
Sculpting my own design
A view, quite refined
Posted in the Daily Post: Dense
“My house. It’s kind of eccentric.
It’s two decades worth of accumulated personal projects.
Yeah, it is pretty dense in my house”
Douglas Coupland
Dense
A street view,
Into a dense forest
If you want to get through
Bring a chorus
You can’t go wrong
When you sing a song
With the task at hand
You’ll eventually land
Into an enchanted place
In another space
And time
Posted in the Daily Post: Dense
“My house. It’s kind of eccentric.
It’s two decades worth of accumulated personal projects.
Yeah, it is pretty dense in my house”
Douglas Coupland
Dense
Hidden, in the dense woods
A little red house, alone stood
Trying to find it, every one would
But not even Robin Hood
Knew, where to look
Posted in the Daily Post: Dense
“My house. It’s kind of eccentric.
It’s two decades worth of accumulated personal projects.
Yeah, it is pretty dense in my house”
Douglas Coupland
Dense
Today’s cloud density
Filled with such energy
You can feel the intensity
Filling the sky
And this city
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