unfinished thoughts interrupted by dreams
the poet
in the morning haste
tastes irony
upon his punctured lip
perhaps
the poet thinks
today i'll
skip the palimpsests
of play
of water running
on my skin
and sleep
the poet
in the morning haste
tastes irony
upon his punctured lip
perhaps
the poet thinks
today i'll
skip the palimpsests
of play
of water running
on my skin
and sleep