Poetry is a galaxy that ultimately wound up exploding.
Haiku #67
I hear you mocking Tone from across the loud room Found a new victim
Drunk on L____
Rich, fine whiskey I get drunk Off your lovely eyes -Kel Dayheart
By Kel Dayheart
Poetry is a galaxy that ultimately wound up exploding.
I hear you mocking Tone from across the loud room Found a new victim
Rich, fine whiskey I get drunk Off your lovely eyes -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 