June 12, 2016Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, The Daily Writ, Uncategorized Leave a comment NEOLOGIST I want to taste that tongue That spins such sweet words of foaming Mouth and feinting hearts I will be then and now the One Who is about to be Inclementary and clusive About the rest. Copyright B E Saunders 2016 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...
TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA 