wth

You may have wondered,
Out loud or in whisper
The reason for the
Closing of doors.
My father once said
[Between cigar puffs
And caviar on crusty
Crispy focaccia plates
The perhaps too
Similar to narrow
Good and his own too]
That around salty
dreams and the vapour
of history’s ships
Tiny worms of great
Luminescence to
Stretch out to fly

Advertisements
Tagged

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s