قصيدة I am Trying to Break Your Heart
I am hoping to hang your head on my wall —in shame
I am hoping to hang your head on my wall —in shame
Praise the restless beds Praise the beds that do not adjust that won't lift the head to feed or lower for shots
Beanville. Tea party. Five black cats & a white boy. Chitlin ,circuit. Gravy-colored suits
Pull over. Your car with its slow breathing. Somewhere outside Topeka ,it suddenly all matters again those tractors blooming rust