Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Thursday, April 02, 2009
IF ONLY PIGS COULD FLY
pigs play in that dirt rolling in the stinking mud IF ONLY PIGS COULD FLY stinking mud stuck to their coats- dirt would fall from the pigs