Archive for all the stuff I call poems that I have written over the last 30 years and that I still continue to write, oblivious to the fact that they might be little more than doggawn atrocious in the eyes of those who might not know how to generate within themselves the bliss invisible.
Friday, 17 December 2010
Dust Cloud Gazin'
dust cloud gazin’ try to find meaning to the shapes in yer life ending up with just the breeze for company
