from a town called La Manj, there’s a really nice sheila
and she thinks a better hand, her life couldn’t deal-a….
lucinda ellen gibbo is almost my name
living a light and bright life is my aim
passionate flight
mirth joy delight
stones unturned will not be my shame
cinatra is a member of Abstract Macro Urban Art (eg Grungy) and All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical.
Posted about 1 year ago.
Posted about 1 year ago, 2 comments so far.
musically radiant yes like Perignon stars if you wish
Slumbering bodies line the streets / a moment in a swarm of humanity
I fell down in fields of mint and smelt the taste of tea on my tongue…
...so I called to the bar my Shadow / got her a glass of red… ...and on the walls hung / muddy portraits / of my weary head…
...hustling the timid fringe / of vast and splendid carpets…. ....she needs a smoke, she says / before she kills some bastard…