Look at peopleThey’re terribly fragileTheir heads, if you look closelySway on their stalks for necks as they walkBut inside…
For the Legend Dr. Ruth Katherina Martha Pfau!
A summon of the little beggar boy!
There must be a placeof respitesettling down from all trauma,self inflicted or otherwise deflectedroll with me into these hay fields…
You see,
I’m choking ,
and I see no Angels,
……………………………….
Darkness sweeps me clean,
Write on me with your mouth.It’s lonely being a blank book.Your kisses might engendera tragic poem or comic novel,or a new…