What not to love…: unnumered no-poema

WHAT NOT TO LOVE?

I almost die,

but still alive

that`s keps me klean

from the evil in

you

like a broken

bird

worthy bird

you hanted

carefully

cheaising the night

like a fox

bird dead

jus, not, just jet.

 

I sure will one day

find out what

the Cosmos holds

for me. and

I`ll play along

nomather what

because, still I

do know, how

to play games

as when I was

  1. Not therteen.