Roam?
You dare...
Cruising in poetry market,
with all his favorite poems...
Here's a story about a gang of grannies
Who knocked over a panty hose store...
Money's not resting
anywhere but in pockets...
There was loaded on a ship, a donkey
who fell in the sea cause of a monkey...
My eyes deceived me,
as the smell of cotton candy...
Kids running amok, amok:
screaming, yelling, calling my name...
I sit on my usual seat
On the tattered leather sofa...
Losing things was always my curse
I need somewhere for my things to immerse...
The whisper in my heart
Is of another daytime...
I'm on my way to the bottom of another bottle,
Today...
Darling!!
I don't want you to be like electricity...