Friday, April 5, 2013

"if i had an orchard i'd work til I'm sore"


wait about not to jump
foolish over a fop's meal
I am a flaneur never want
to go home like here
from delicacy we arrive
candy hatted too
expected some mystery
waits with niceties
my name always a size
too small to hear

1 comment:

  1. this certainly broke my heart/it was as if the speaker was so clean and clear on what they want to say but their history of whispering or meekness negates it all/no one can listen with a history like that.

    how do we get the people that know us so well in certain ways to believe our epiphanies/reinventions?

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