My back hurts whenever I bring myself to the loom
of this endless dramady.
Oh, the worrisome land of the finger-less sensations,
why do you not surrender to the fantasy.

"I will tell you nothing, my boy."

You will need to guess this out by yourself,
it is time for you to bring your thorns
and get out of this fall, full of exciting gores
that one day will hunt your future.

exclusive the title to my novel my dramady
one thought to enter one soul to give
one day to see those big brown eyes
on a pole along the fence aglow

where along the last forty out of site
who but god knows what goes down
who sat and figured the last forties reality
on the last 29th day of February

her acre grew in foresight stretched
out far for then I went galloping
to find her other end
and went around in circles