Day
song named Day
crumpled up in, moisture gras.
eyelids pierced, by yellow stares.
rusty fence and, seasons past
listning in, to summergreen
stuffed aisle, taken seats
traffic lights in, dirty streets
long gone fiels, for metal square
move away, from everywhere
***
There is noone here with harm and pride.
Nothing here will change my life.
Nothing here will blight the vain.
Swiming in the hollow rain.
***
stretch out in, a canvas chair.
Breathing slowly, soften air
lie down dead, with a world respite.
sleep as all good, things go bye.
...sorry for the weird way i put this up.. this is a song I made using "summertime" which is a poem i put on here some time ago..
Look! My mouth is a fountain!