big and small
and sometimes with a tail
that is clutched
by twisting hands
of nervousness
I try to write like you do.
no starting out
with an I
but statements that swing
through the sky
and sometimes like tuning a guitar
they’ll rhyme.
big and small
and sometimes with a tail
that is clutched
by twisting hands
of nervousness
I try to write like you do.
no starting out
with an I
but statements that swing
through the sky
and sometimes like tuning a guitar
they’ll rhyme.