Mud
Stench
Anus
Fried eggs and butterflies
Mud
Stench
Anus
(sing) Where are you going?
I don’t know
I don’t know
There’s an alley
I adore
Sun sets on the bumps
Rain sheens on the cobblestones
Minor lift injects and I
Will skip inside
Away from sorrow
Time duration doesn’t matter
As long as out of the solo low
© Cathy Flower Poet for Life