poetry, hair-cuts, bricks: the fantastic old days.




What is off, is the meaning
all the time over and over
the spending, where you go
to do this, i lay as well.

Should the time
bend, where i put
it then, show it
off, and give it off
send it off to this.

An entire day, for
nothing, all the time
spent drinking
steam and petals,
not schooled in all
the ways they can mix.

I call you in the
smoke, ask you
where to put them,
you say its here
in this box, where
you have already
done it.

1 comment:

Two Water said...

Just to say that I look so much like my mother in this picture.