SonnetA Poem by Albert-HansonRoom quiet trembling termite teeth the size of the old homeless man on the cor- ner of mont- wood and the old theatre
Where are you (where,and r u really free?) I know you'd love to think of the desperate and swollen things that you'd like to speak of but
the images gotta to keep goin swirling and all you know nothing of the way that old men talk of the leaden reviews and masked reveries of Waco and the sultry old fields of Dirt
That's the only thing ye know It b the last plant left t' grow © 2011 Albert-Hanson |
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Added on April 8, 2011 Last Updated on April 8, 2011 Author
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