Focus
Is one thing I lack
Ever since I colored the sun green
The grass turned yellow
The caves went all red
You stepped on the back of my neck
And made your way
Right into my head
Since then you are stuck
Since then I am stuck
In my own thoughts and fantasies
Even when you disappear
The sun remains green
See painting with a mind is irrevocable
"pig correspondence", A New Collection of Poems
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Here at Lulu our Nickel Hole Press have just published *pig correspondence*,
a book of poems from a few years ago. This will be on Amazon in a few
weeks. ...
4 years ago
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