found your declaration
sprayed passion on stone
wondered as i passed
hands in pockets
if you scrawled that one
below
before or after
Category Archives: Words
Masterpieces
No one writes
letters anymore
so I write to myself
I like stamps
touching up
my masterpieces
between crooked li(e)n(e)s.
John
Every one of us
older than you
now
still standing by
muted choir mouthing
your Imagine
awaiting
some visionary
one who knows
Peace.
Pencil Notes 