I felt the year pass - November to November - I didn't wait long before it hit me - eyes are no good for telling time, but watching it go, and there is no need for feet when the world keeps spinning. Instead, a firm grip. We make plans, don't we. We settle for less 'cause we never settle down. Reach as far as elbows, complain about the hardships, but it's real, isn't it? We make things happen. We travel great distances. We speak to Chinese, but they haven't got a clue, fluent as their english; they'll never get drunk like me. And we do more things. We list all the things we do - pound our chests too much. Where is my frying pan and when will it pummel me? These things don't exist. Communism's for the people.
Going to tell it like it is.. Just saw this. I had a gummie earlier and so can you imagine the mind blow? The art, and then the poem…… I’ll have to read it again tomorrow. Thanks Fletcher.
Going to tell it like it is.. Just saw this. I had a gummie earlier and so can you imagine the mind blow? The art, and then the poem…… I’ll have to read it again tomorrow. Thanks Fletcher.