The Gentle Herb
The gentle herb, it molluscs me
In sensatory paws and whiskers
It does not fade it does not hurt
It comes with lines of wisdom and flirt-
Acious whispers of evil dead or gone
Without the loss of doubting ass-
Embly and western ideals of yearning
And hope.
TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA 