These walls are wet
Where I've kept
Myself entombed
Too long.
...
One mustn't read
Poetry;
One must listen
And expeience
...
Tergiverate.
You're talking.
Equivocate.
I'm listening.
...
If your heart
Is racing,
Rest between
The steps,
...
There's a sleeping giant
On the floor,
Snoring, blocking
All the doors.
...
Not listening!
Any jack-ass
Can carry
Heavy burdens
...
Spirits are demons,
It's alluringly clear;
Cordial at first,
With smiles
...
A father is a tree.
He is sappy at times,
And once distilled,
He's sweet.
...