his life spent on misses dressed in rogue love dammed and love of ****** saw his eyes of dark ****** he see-saws the river rapid's descent lost where his eyes wander wide as the whitewash laps
Thank you for visiting. This poem is a lantern (1,2,3,4,1) (?). Each makes a statement with double meanings, including the title, with all four tied together. Often I think I lose many readers (see the views) because they don't understand my poetry (story of my life). To July nothing will ever change.