remember,c,how we chanted that poem-i do not-because i choose not to..
the second part went surreal and beyond but i still have it and guess what there is a crushed flower..
but the first lines ran i do not know if the world has lied-i have lied..
an interesting start and then-i do not know if the world has conspired against love- i have conspired against love..
the daffodils blazed away.. the tractors ground by.. then,the atmosphere of torture is no comfort-
i have tortured- like the world is ok but i am not.. now,i am ok and the world is not..lol..donΒ΄t know what
happened..but the next lines had me glugging wine-listen, even without the mushroom cloud still i would have hated- my memory fades..
i will not be held under the cold tap of facts-i refuse the universal alibi.. i think thatΒ΄s right.. i try to avoid the book.. i stole it from newmarket library have i not paid..
ii
the second part made no sense really to me so i kept it to myself you would understand no doubt in a blink of those yellow flecks but it went something like
like a telephone kiosk past at night and remembered like the mirrors of a movie palace lobby consulted only on the way out like a nyphomaniac that binds a thousand into a strange brother hood some thing..i wait for each of you to confess-effed up somewhere no doubt..