A PHART IN THE NIGHT
Now I understand, say you, but is it
In between the sheets of inflamed writing
That I beckon you forth and come
With me to the lines of scar tissued areas
Where I have been injured by you
And scornful neglected commentary
About my poems?
I like it when you calmly love me but not
When you start the realisation that I am but a phart
In the night.
Bye!
B
TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA 