the silence writ
ten on
the walls
off fenced
his eye
cloud
ed with lo
ve four
freed
oms
utter
ly
twigged
with
jay in a centri
fugit from
sinestra to
d
extra loom
ing men
ace of
washboard
felt
scrubbing
the foibled
man
ipulations
there
disappoint
and
wrench
a dream
scape
wish
a ban
nistered
miss
alliance dance
in the name of
lo
ve
hicles three wheeling
forte wring
ing bells
warning warning humanity I ask you I ask ewe to flock not
at the feat of monotonal quash...any where
in
any
town...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
D, so clever...it hurts. Well done! 10/10 Regards, Ian