you raise up a chin
two shavers now-a-day blades
although a shadow
in through a window
simple venetian high noon
leaves light fall alone
on the dark carpet
yellow roses from Texans
as well a pony
Poetry
you raise up a chin
two shavers now-a-day blades
although a shadow
in through a window
simple venetian high noon
leaves light fall alone
on the dark carpet
yellow roses from Texans
as well a pony
