TRAPPER DAVE
We had a wild life issue, had to give my crying...
dirty streets
with simple hands...
like paris, france? (haiku)
swing, francewa liked...
It's not always beauty
That catches the eye...
In the dark hours a quill dips into ink
A pen scribbles insane thoughts...
Littering
Is...
Why do men see something beautiful
and think they can place it in a cage...
Round and round and around,
life is like a kiddies play-ground...
I am happy alone
but I can't sit...
We are just jumbled pieces of the universe
floating together...
Yesterday I spoke no words,
My little voice could not be heard...
"by gee! you make that look easy, fella"
and i just rolled out a goofy grin, all glad...