Freedom

chaotic balance

one wasn't enough, it had to be two
'cause t'was boring, too short'a woo
so the three of us here on this windy beach sit
attempting another time to scribe with some wit

starting with jo, ask her anything : she'll know
followed by lee - is he a man or a tree?
then comes inês, the new brighton-ês
to spice & salt this written malt

so just answer a question: does this make any sense?
or is it just random drivvel, in a rethorical tense
i'd say blame it on those three awoken minds
don't try to identify meanings - no one ever finds!

and so it comes to an eventful end,
to go eat ice cream and find another poetic friend!

este poema foi escrito pela minha irmã. pelo lee e por mim

posted by violet @ 10:40 AM