scratch-scratch goes the pen, ticka-ticka goes the keyboard, poem-poem goes the tongue

[indigopanther]

God save me from my wavering hands, from my wandering feet, from the blue sky and my need for a hard fix of sunlight.

Working standing up - I'd be stumbling sitting down otherwise, god save me from beautiful people and long conversations I can't remember having in years, and from the walk off inthrough the

greengrass
thunderstorm
pianofear
handcage

Comments

[surrealname]

emotions are confusing.



your beatnik is showing a litle bit in the first stanza.