Wednesday, September 19, 2012
As seen in the sheer discrepancy
Sticking to my instincts and not more
Sewage my strength, but never
Conceive another direction, this elegantly
Where not seen filthy lucre
What are all the moves as in rituals
Moments where you feel so banal
Wills in various vile resorts.
I live in what I believe
And I insist rage against the cruelest,
The world is not shown in carousel
And when I see the phases of the moon
Spiral envision the day to day
And always lose the mount ...
at 4:24 PM