ruby lost her tuesday

still inspiring me...

a note it was

 

I 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.

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