June 21, 2020Bioman, Flash, No poetry, Poem, Poet, Poetree, Poetry, Poetry demand, Poetry Violence, Uncategorized Leave a comment DADA SINGING It isn’t the word of you that makes my soul sing it is about the right of all to see you fleshly before the dancing begins there isn’t wah and there isn’t way but here is work on the rights of philosophy to hold the wept tear from my eye as I hold the fastener to your comic timing unleashed. COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2020 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...
TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA 