Poems from agerrard
I forgot the taste of reality
On brick-dusted lips because
I can’t speak the truth.
It’s too hard to say:
I know the shirt you wore that...
Dumb brunets can’t find their way to fraud,
It takes gold to do that.
They think you got kidnapped by God
And his promise to Noah.
I know...
When I was five,
I saw a cloud in the sky.
It looked like:
The places where fairies slept
And an angel’s halo
And my night-light
That...