miercuri, 27 ianuarie 2016

stamps

comes not say 
 passer over the shadow 
shake a hand so 
 I like a wet bird 
 bears my people 
slap name into received 
and star I have thit on a 
map very old 
 wich howth howls of wolves 
hiena put their smelling 
like snout the taste of blood
 (three drops petrified as our tongues)