The Old Intriguer Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt
The Old Intriguer
he is never
going underground
but he knows
very well,
what it is,
underhanded scheming.
he is never
going underground
somnambulistically
flashing
by is only leaving
a trail in corridors.
he is never
going underground
his underground basement
it is an another person's
area space and fresh air.
yes...
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
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