a bit cuckoo

enjoying being kind of insane on here these last few days. total cabin fever all up in this place. need to express myself via whatever it is i’m doing right now. from macabre poem to booty dancing – who’s to say what’s right or wrong. 

1 thought on “a bit cuckoo

  1. clocked
    clock wired spring to mind
    for whom the spring bird sings
    each midnight noon and hours
    in between the door and wall
    the fall and spring heights
    each autumn summer winter
    noon and spring I leak the words
    a mindless shell a walker tall
    in the shadowed woods of hallowed
    halls sanctified with hollowed breath
    I rest in silence this loud un-ignored
    the muse

    right or wrong the song.


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