Precognition
2011
Some lines of darkness
follow my flimsy feet,
Gaethanam, I must stand out
and write down some of my heat.
A private room, an interlocution
I sit on my presentation bees
A fruitless ratio or resolution:
I dawn into my days on trees.
Cut the nail, wash your ears,
for the milestone day. Delay!
Ring the bell and chase the fear
of a life going astray
I will daytime my special needs
I wont dash off anymore
A spout of discipline and patron deeds
will take me to the core
