the basics
if you don’t understand my poem because you haven’t read a poem I read, the fault is mine. if you don’t understand my poem because you haven’t felt a feeling I felt, i feel for you.
if you don’t understand my poem because you haven’t read a poem I read, the fault is mine. if you don’t understand my poem because you haven’t felt a feeling I felt, i feel for you.
my master throws me a bone rich with fat. due to my animal nature, i drag it under the porch to suck it clean, forgetting to lick his hand in thanks.
almost full, the moon leaps out from between houses drying in the sun
gathering laundry barefoot: high arches, lucky slug slays the giant.
meeting his deadline, bach conducts from the organ. the rest is old news.