Notes, poems, haiku
die before my lagging arms
do as my brain bids.
Mayhap I must feed both booze:
quell the guilt of stillborn script.
Notes, poems, haiku
die before my lagging arms
do as my brain bids.
Mayhap I must feed both booze:
quell the guilt of stillborn script.
Notes, poems, haiku
die before my lagging arms
do as my brain bids.