coondy nerot

there was a dog,
scroffy, gramgy, barnsty,
licking the ground like a,

there was a man,
harpsy, darger, manhangy,
leading the dog with his,

there was no bird,

there was no pea,

only there was me,

me was a feeling on the wall,
smeared on the wall by no one,
dripping down to the ground,
pooling for the rats to devour,

small poem 4/11

man is man is man and needs
to be different from the last feeling
needs to have changing landscape
changing timelines
changing mirrors to view
past lives and nothing
at all
is here

,

special man
be a good man
what do you want
to do?
%do I get cancer
get an idea based
on need
a necessary decision
it could happen
at the time
what a face