Field Marks (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 2 Aug 2017 in Art, Poems

  Field Marks   What makes the clannist rich though he cries poor He never chooses his pleasures but enjoys them all His lustful wish is to be begged for help And refuse it   She hears a crunch of shoes, a tuneless tune A male whistle. Those things, like coughs, can be told No, […]