Tuesday, July 28, 2015

the stinky poem

 a bloom of words from a
saturated tongue tickles
 imprisoned minutes

and in big grey puffs
I see the same abandon in the poem

sinking right in
curves across  my heart
the mights unrested
to even remembrances of a face
I never even knew



zonedin said...

What are those big grey puffs, Rivercat? Is it smoke, smog, dragon breath or the like?

rivercat said...

smoke and dragon breath lol

zonedin said...


zonedin said...

I see my picture icons didn't show up. I forget what they were, but anyway.. You make me laugh:-D