17.10.07
Uvieu, España
Rainin' and far from the house
I find myself on a bus...
" There are worse things Brother..."
Not thinkin' in what the clouds mean
nor why their there
Their there.
Things rust.
Everything is based on the intrest
and / or
the ability of others to see the value
in the rusty thing.
I see art
a table base
lampshade
Coat rack...
Some just see rusty junk
and throw the shit out.
That Sax,
those brushes
them words ...
those poems
them films of dreams ...
Roll us uppa' 'nother
Domingo.... Things could be worse.
Look....
but don't look to hard. You are loved,
and respected by many more
than yer thinkin'
so you is....
Be well todo mundo...
J. Level
(Jlevel77@yahoo.com)
