finds
comfort and sustenance....
feeds
on
the threadbarren boards of splintered nonchalance...
a chaliceful of sponderifungles, twice toasted.....gargled
and
spit
in the eyesore
calcifies..
....brandishing loamglums.......
askewed and answerved.....
misfortune is, it is not a comedy act..........
No, it never is - save in dishonest novels. Eloquent words, carrying eloquent thoughts. - Will
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a mistress of wordcrafting you are. Would love to peek into your complex brain sometime..(smile)