"flews" poems
I believe, as fast asleep,
my soul, flews away,
enjoying sight-seeing,
at random spot,
which is,
far,
step ahead from me.
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC
Blown, fuse.
All the power out.
I can't find the short circuit.
a roundabout and electric light
orchestra
are all charged up
awaitin' to play.
I test with me probe
to find any all
broken connections.
Eel ect try fye
I search Google for help.
I search the walls I have
built (my
fuse is blown, I suspect)
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC