Do you believe the son?
and if no, may I ask why?


Also you asked if God confused day and night?
I see that there's something that
holds one in a sense of partial
freedom when writing

say it's me
and writing

what comes to mind
is like a Michel Basquit'painting

I see others writing that way
using words as bright wild paint
thrown across the canvas

and when it ends
it makes no sense
I fell victim to
that style of expressin, but

"it is what it is"

did you get the ' I and izod without the croc?' in another poem?
if not it meant to back around, but without
fashion, just be you and others will to.

Yes another
huhh???? from you
eh?