moments of nature
House Martins maiden voyage...
What a funny place to be
I'm afraid its really is not for me...
Upon my palm, I press my lips
then blow a kiss, that twists and flips...
Occasionally I would meander
along the path where we walked...
Tangled within a noose of thorns, spiteful...
come to mourn...
Sitting. Waiting in a departure
area...
...
Good
Moralistic virtuous...
Within these walls, of where I dwell
My life endures, a love-sick spell...
Stood at a crossroad
deciding which path to take...
I
am lost...
I place the palms of my hands
either side of the sink basin...