Here’s one poem I wrote at one point in time, hehehe & gegege:
Thanks
That's what's it like
Mapped along and spread
Yak's yard too hard to walk a path along
That's what's it like
Sure it is, and a scratch ? Scratched
Upon the face of laming days
In this space of room to that room or space
A simple plan to rid, and a simple plan to tread a grid
And I rid you to the gloom of yours
You must be ridden over there for you stay there
Deny !? Don't think so
As I learnt myself a point, new leash
Of a monstrous beast
In these streets
That which you see
Through your eyes clear
Deep the rear end and I'm here still
With a drawing upon the unknown
That draws on yet another miracle
Yet, upon the unknown; drawin' and drawin', on and on, and on....