Reserve The Flight Poem by Antonio Liao

what day is today, the nostril have'
in common with the eyes that
talk to the lips; know me first and cover
my skin with your check


I have a finger with feet to move on,
yet I could not see the way
for I am not blind only my hands cover my
sight, crossing every lad makes
me angry and peeping my step got me
an easy

so tell me which door step I knock and call
for a break, I got no mistake, but my
hands is empty

I couldn't see any sight
and even touch
any high please, knock me twice and keeps
me go Aim in a flight