Jul. 19th, 2011
a note it was
Jul. 19th, 2011 07:59 pmI am not here my dear
No need to fear
A voice too drear
Bending your ear
With wild enthusiasms
Bursting incoherent in cloudy formation
Raining toads
On your parade
Lip reading in secret with earnest intent
To learn the cue lines and code words
Safe words and unmade scruffy dangerous words
Tongue flapping black birds
Lay eggs on it.