I was a person
when cigarettes were cheap and drank
without guilt, chased
the man in the moon dreams: visible ,
possibilty was my friend existed where
a penny was worth a thought
food was keen words
sweet as pickle juice on apple pie, eyes looked
in love sighs,
the
smooth and soft skin rebounded
with biscuits ate
if fallen fell without indigesting
buttered side up
all naive, all the fantasies
as reality.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 12:03 AM UTC
I was a person
when cigarettes were cheap and drank
without guilt, chased
the man in the moon dreams: visible ,
possibilty was my friend existed where
a penny was worth a thought
food was keen words
sweet as pickle juice on apple pie, eyes looked
in love sighs,
the
smooth and soft skin rebounded
with biscuits ate
if fallen fell without indigesting
buttered side up
all naive, all the fantasies
as reality.
