Monday 7 October 2013

Learned.

Honey on my boot sir
Dream inside a spiders mind 
Eaten fur
No purr
Still with flux sir 
Stir in the rustled pines 
Away trodden burrs , there is a sign 
Giveway to a foolish blurr 
Of dusty fog on nettles
of younger 
Days and of nights 
No burn 
And not burnt
Just learned 
> wolf