Poetry

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

Tangled foliage

 

 

An empty studio:

the man of the passionate handwriting

belts his dog

 

come my glory, my plebeian bride

hamster bagels

 

glitter indeed:

meticulously chosen bbq charcoals

as whimsical jewellery

 

Im so on fire and hear the wind

 

Your grabbers, call them back

let me   su.su

 

No, dont touch me now,

let me talk