with her gnomic voise,
she speaks a suiside
language.
with her process of
reduction, she settles
all scores and bets.
and if you listen well,
you can see her fly away
on her brand new 5 speed
broom, headed, , to the big
fat moon.
still, being exiled from this
world simply hurts, and their
gossip makes me feel used
and cheap.
with her gnomic voise,
she says, fu ck you.
Is sad to see a loved one's mind go... praying that this is not a life experience for you all the best, Lee
Hauntingly inventive & surreal in kind! ....Solid as a Witches Broomstick, David! F.J.R.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love it, nice work David