Poetry Corner
Created | Updated Sep 25, 2002
Are you siiting comfortably? Or are you standing in pain? Either way are you? Are you real or a figment of my halucination? Are you real or for-real? What's your craft? Whats your art? Art your heart or do you tap to a different beat? Mind your mission or is the quest of a hundred
millions, infinite, digestion.
I see too far to look at my nose, have I a nose? Is it big? Who knows, who cares, who stares...vacantly at my proboscis.
millions, infinite, digestion.
I see too far to look at my nose, have I a nose? Is it big? Who knows, who cares, who stares...vacantly at my proboscis.
