Lame Poem
You make me want to play the piano, the guitar and the drums
You make me want to sail and swim without being afraid of sharks
You make me want to have five children and live in a farm with lemon trees
You make me hear the rhythm and other details
And you make me want to write a lame poem as follows:
I am yours fire and ease
I am yours draft and masterpeace
I am yours single and a heap
I am yours surrendered and a peep
I am yours frail and keen
I am yours fallen and genuine
I am yours whacked and juvenile
I am yours sober and high…
kizim senin bu bloguna yorum birakmak ne zor is yav.. ASslinda yanlis yere yazdim ben bunu -
Biendaki yilbasi agaci hakkindaydi yorumum.. O agac neler gordu beah diyecektim, seni yanaklarindan opecektim!
Comment by EMelo — February 15, 2008 @ 6:41 pm