in the morning i'l be gone

I broke my heart in two, saw a juggler play with seven. Lucky man I thought. Seven fuckin thoughts. I have already forgoten. Very much like a stiff gin, china, where, broken tea cup, a pint glass forgotten, a naked stare. Let us not forget  so we can learn to look back in defiance, breath a breath of fresh air, learn to stare.

fuck geomtry, and those crooked lies an educated smiles

Comments

[marie]

second hand inane drivel?

[François]

you're the reason why I'm travellin' on?