Drimoct (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 13 Jul 2018 in Art, Poems

    Drimoct   It’s always argued on the basis of the extrous Strouphes three or four times on the consciousness, then exits The whole surrender into pestiour leads to this defaulting mood I mean the yoyunk sort of pestiour, that comes from lack of roots Then the smart ones hustle in, and it’s all […]