Flipside Pillow I Owe... Poem by Antonio Liao

nonsense like spell ball running down in the
window pain of snorted mother tears, my only
savors of pain I do live and begin to cry

lurk the side shore the eyes watch, flamboyantly
touch every doled out of every smell of yesterdays
memoirs, the white coated cloth of honesty in
days stay in the sonoma down of beguiling tales,
comes to live

leap alas! the waves breaking lazily on the pacific
shore of the eastward dream, a consummate
raconteur of spellbound of resting soul, hear and
listen the warmth Zamboangan choir, the adoring
sun of moonlight solstice, my wonderful return

fad sees the point of the resting hype, oh! mooring
wave, the bohemian soul, leave to go and rise to
elude, as I touch the mourning glow of my pleasant
Pillow, now go

left me out the very best bits of a longer fill in the
greatest gaps I smell...