| 6 min poem The misty dark skyline rotating through my head It only takes one daydream my skin is salty red Beyond that - who knows A lantern glow in the trees The perishing acorn A forest on it�s knees It could stand still It could survive Who can swin against the demons tide A musket bearing frog The Otters seething venom My head is real A calf in rotting heaven plea to self: please could I write something that makes sense! |
| All timed poetry it crap!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |