Na

Poem

Through the willow hole into the f*****g jungle I caress my moon.
I mean I sit on wars in my head all day long
Transfixed on objects in my soul carry on into day.
Return to night in my lapse.

So still it is
So still
Cmon write something.

Maybe I am lost
Rivers in my life going somewhere
But nowhere. Unearthed tombs in my sad
Ways.
Never forget the girls in my life running around
Naked in my head.
Those days those loves I mean I caress them
In my heart
Yet I still make room for
For my future love
Na

Author's Note

Little poem