FESTULE
There is a slow beat to the words
I love you
which makes its cool
through the use of flirting
to be able to make it realise
that all must be there in the end
and not stop for the beginning to start again.
It goes round and round
cycling northwards to pole
where St Nick high on weed
can make it though snow
to slow the
entering of
the footsoaring and leap abounding
festule of life.
TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA 