Poem for Poesy
April 12, 2012 § Leave a comment
Delectable diaphanous Poesy. The cream of my lions. Fire of my breath. The vowel in my stuttering lisp the completeness of my meandering mind, my world, my six ball over, my clip for four, the medium in which I work, the cream of my loomspun pants, the worm that spins my silkened shirt.