escher poetry — [P] :: 5
i’m tired like the wind
on a sunday afternoon
when the desert is hot dry and dull
a heater on far too long
oh for the sea
the glorious sea
the drowning sea
that drowned me
i’m tired like the wind
on a sunday afternoon
when the desert is hot dry and dull
a heater on far too long
oh for the sea
the glorious sea
the drowning sea
that drowned me