Lost and Confused Thoughts (Poetry)
-Untitled,
So many things to see
and only one way to see them?-
I think not with this,
hanging about my head
and dipping into my ears,
sense of a promise
of discoverred (?)
mental landscapes
echoed about through
the mouths of men
old and turnabout
misery weary eyepuff
dim through glass speculations
And where can the clappig
lead one captured by a
new beast
ready to be led out of the cage?
Is it the power of?
Why do they scream?
Why do you sing?
From where does it come.