I am not that judge
That slides
in and out
of my barefoot brain
with many colored tongues
I have daytimes
and nighttimes
The raw material
of inspiration
to go with
Beyond the known
in the room of my life
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
I am not that judge
That slides
in and out
of my barefoot brain
with many colored tongues
I have daytimes
and nighttimes
The raw material
of inspiration
to go with
Beyond the known
in the room of my life