Patron of the Arts

Fort Worth TX

Description

Poetry died. Did you ever think you'd see the day? Me either. I am the last living poet. Carrying the light and the dark. Swarshing about, aimless, adding coo to coo in every eye, I, El Poemas, Si... you see? The sea. Swallowed it up, but couldn't hold it. Sold it. Down the river... El Riviera The lost era. Pour poetry until... I've got all the makings for poetry...I just need a place to cook. Met a four for tea six sticks pick em up fiddy too Talk to me.