Sonnet XIII. If I were to whatever forever while cinematic backgrounds still play on, no one, not one person whatsoever, would listen to me or my mellotron. Maybe if I strip naked, dance in time, and paint my skin a deep orangish tint, be naughty with water pistol and slime, pepper them with glitter and…
Day: September 24, 2020
Morning Haiku – 74
Clustered clouds Drift like cannon smoke Split bare by bluster.