posture, my derivative young friend, displays your soul
when you are working, I'm not working to perform you
dried fish, an apple, even harsh tea sets your mind to principles
that form indelible impressions on one resistent audience
whenever furniture is given away,
there is a greater probability of echoing within the room
I call myself a prisoner of discipline
listen to me prompt you to divulge the secret of yourself:
paint makes for adequate disguise
continuance is what is asked and soon after, denied
narration's brimming over with a hunger for description
of what may not be solved, merely admired
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment