A cloudy poem:
A touchy life.
A single terror:
The changing strife.
A leading hour
As the tree has left.
The magical moment
Of latrine romance.
Looking for the blue door
To ask a few things up.
Finding instead ladders
And other steps to walk.
Giving a new blister
To a friend in need.
Walking out in silence,
Knowing I'm just dope...
Another T appliance,
An interview with a rope.