Is It Poetry (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Of darkness and the placed beneath.
Things like that
they suck at your toes.
The snow retreats
and they looked once or twice.
You know what to do,
you are vulnerable especially
Here's where, what and why.
The darkness once were good there are.
I played in you're sweetness,
it tasted of.
I liked words like moist and wetting.
To rain and dampened waves the sea?
Here feel in my pocket right now.
Darkness is merely one shade
of black covered by white
because of who you are.
Would you really
approach it in the vacuum of darkness?
You can read whatsoever to a child
words I mean.
Before it comes back as it was.