Love Is
a series of fragmentary beach parties
we have no choice but to attend
a voice cries out loud and long
this morning we exist
ah my trick vibrating eyeballs
excuse me while I ruin this piano
[--after Ricardo Aleixo]
a series of fragmentary beach parties
we have no choice but to attend
a voice cries out loud and long
this morning we exist
ah my trick vibrating eyeballs
excuse me while I ruin this piano
[--after Ricardo Aleixo]
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Love Is
a line you draw in the sand
with nothing, with nothing at all
This is really a terrific poem.
Wow..Too good..your Poem is excellent.
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