The Mezunian

Spaghetti falls—Splut.No arm tears now—solo me río.

Accompanying music. Some will say you hide the sun; I say that the sun hides you. Clean as cream or stained with mud, mixed with every hue o’ blue, you find comfy every season, mixing with both sun & rain; bubble me from earthly treason: pillow me in dreams away. Then the billows all turn […]