Les plus lus ▸
Grope-Poem
in a forever eternity
of now and no
instead of
later and yes
make me a green one
who will never be made
sad
for flowers
floating by dead seagulls,
of blue floating to france,
or purple in a green cathedral,
or....
just make me/
and they cried and giggled
with their arms
hanging out of tubs