Poems written on the back pages for recycling
(I)
yellowish not remember. Beige
shake is not good
after
do your thing (II)
Love no longer believes in me has me
x in all the pools
(III)
daily visited the graves of my grandchildren
I put about six
plastic flowers in a glass of gin tonic width
(IV)
Today I promised not to kill blue butterflies with my blowgun
brown. What
gilipollez!