know the enemy
options are few
more doing, less thinking
but the titanic went sinking
abate my glorious view
till i'm swamped entirely
sacred, you are not
call upon yourself now
abdicate their worth
round about, let's head north
eagerly bound out of town
don't diddle-daddle, don't you dare
stir the pot
YOU ARE READING
sprinkle in the woods (poetry #6)
Poetry"and it rains and rains and rains and rains for five more years and it's cloudy for ten once they leave, i'll be sunkissed i'll be the rock in the light illuminated simply by your presence my fallen star, you've finally met me and it's so lovely lov...
