…The Attic (XVIII) The wasp and the caterpillar

When deuces are wild
And the river turns

I remember what my mother used to sing

When the otterspool
And the valley breaks

I know it doesn’t meaning anything

The cards are only spades
When the plot turns

And now. I know that fire burns


Do wanders never cease? [vL]

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s