deep, thoughtfull, meningfull and slightly lathargic. |
my tree has big leaves,
come back i say.
it has gone.
ByRICHaRD.07.
xxx
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Posted by ByRICHaRD on Tue, 09 Jan 2007 11:52:00 PST |
poem peom |
this is the first poem in a one part series about my drink.
my desk is cover in hot chocolit,
it is spill unto there it,
and whence damp cloth come splatter on surface,
my desk is clean like bleached ...
Posted by ByRICHaRD on Thu, 16 Nov 2006 04:50:00 PST |
another poem |
i looked at my diary,
but i could not see,
the day it is supposed to be,
because my hand was over my eyes,
oh silly me.
i have a drink of tea,
it was cold like ice,
no it was not,
it was hot ch...
Posted by ByRICHaRD on Tue, 31 Oct 2006 03:28:00 PST |
i wrote a poem |
this is my poem:
oh sweet table,
how i gaze at your flat surface,
like a really flat thing.
glimering sweet flat thing,
lovely flat sweet glimmering thing.
once i saw a table,
but now it is gon...
Posted by ByRICHaRD on Wed, 04 Oct 2006 07:07:00 PST |
