something sublime.something ritual.something seriously visual.thats the key, let me write three...
sombrero
chest weave through the town
look towards my sisters place
shes been had before
cheese
something pleasing craved
sure are my favorite treat
wish i could eat you
tombstones
lone wolf mcquaid shook
shook the tried night fantastic
was plastic to me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem