Notorious Notes
is it something
or not that I hide
back in the shelter of these
lone walks in the plain
white my splendid cage of words
verbal sounds
loosing everything I seem
to be anyone's gutter tear off
my voice spit the words out
as they fall and I cannot control this
this is the point where
anyone can interfere:
touch
touch me I am so far
out of reach - no word
poetry
does not hurt