I took his place.
It’s airy, noisy
cozy and it smells a bit.
It’s just the thing
to find yourself in,
now and then.
Or longer.
You may NOT,
– it is possible –
be asked to come back out.
A dog defends
his territory
like his house.
Be careful therefore
and beware.
However, when you see
ME as a tenant,
you may ignore me.
It is not my home.
Lest the happy sounds of applause start ringing: I am currently Not in it.
For: L
here to complain.Had to clean hallwayspolish the sky,came back to bake youan onion pie.No one has evercome back to yellthere is a cleverDevil in Hell.
to be an inner, insecurebut outwardly so very sureand Lederhosenmusketeer.You note the number, yes of course,my pen is worn, its voice is hoarse.The magic three may never comewhich, in itself a princely sum,would ask the author for remorse.
My love for games to match one’s withas scored a very lovely hit.We simply must, two-o-o-nineget back and tease. WHO’S Miss DEVINE? ? ? ?I’m not aware of such a birdand do reject the slur, my word!But tell me please, perhaps, by chanceI could invite her to our dance.Plus Sarah, who is such a gembut…
Is it that we have baskedunder firmament blue,where the miniature puffsof a silver-lined skyoversea all the huffsof the genuine guy.It is goodness in othersas it brings its reflectionto one’s sisters and brothersa tradition’s selection.As the echo comes backto a welcoming fewyou are on the right track,nothing further to do.
in midafternoon,when eyes could open.Only after you had entered through the door.Your smile was beautifulyes, it was and ’twas me who knewthat bliss was all around.A child of twowho’d had his napentitled to sweet love on tap.The warmth of youand holding, seeing that caressing, tooand talking was my just rewardyou took me from this bleak…
when he reasoned with logicshe just stood by the door,briefly smiled with her lipsand, in a gesture of finalityslowly, with delicious sterility,rotated her oval Madonna’s headleft to right, silently, beautifully.There was no need to read her lips.
