he won't shut up when he's around he wants to write everything keeps on formulating phrases hallucinating couches into flying carpets swearing that he's seen the ground from the sky
The Poet we never know what he's doing - turning black sheep into heaven he's stuck on the inside looking out
The Poet he won't shut up but when I really need him he's no where to be found
when he wants what he wants in these poems of his I know I'll wind up embarrassed humiliated and forlorn
The Poet when he's around he won't shut up he keeps going on and on
Watercolor grass , growing dark Roof of the earth , growing dark , growing dark Rain wrapped in perfume whisper Quiet room , ambient shadows , growing dark Ever darker* ....
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