Sunday, September 17, 2017

He's on a train to nowhere/ his thoughts R the graffiti that he sees/tonyadamo

He's on a train to nowhere/ his thoughts R the graffiti that he sees/ there is no one to care bout him on the
train to nowhere/ his pockets R full of sunflower seeds and his life were rows of thoughts with no good deeds/the connection between image and illness is powerful indeed.
Tony Adamo


No comments: