Three Poems
we ar teflonwe cannot b burnd
we ar angels on th run
angels on th run
angels on th run
angels on th run
close yr eyez n c
all th treez in th star banks
ventrikuls branches strong poisd against th
big citee nite sky line
dreems solderd in2 scheems
th lips uv rivrs world wide sigh opn oh
th watrs evreewher let us in n we fly
transpire we ar lifting now we ar
lifting sigh n shout out sigh n soft murmur
angels on th run in th irridescent breez
angels on th run angels on th run
we ar teflon we cannot b burnd we
ar angels on th run angels on th run
they love it ther
certain secret
transmisyuns
wer prhaps
msundrstood n
conveyd diffrentlee
at diffrent times
ther ar pot holes on
th road 2 heven
or at leest
sum lips in th
concrete that ar mor
thn eliptikul
th mesurs n th
tresurs
we can carree deep
th tree is th lightning
flash that blinds our
will
david dug th hole
we onlee had 1 shovul
i held my best frend boo boo
in his magik blanket n lowerd
him in2 his grave
kissing n hugging him saying
i love yu lil booi love yu
i cudint get up from his grave
i wantid 2 b in 2
i held out my arm
didint look upn cyndi
pulld me upwe moovd erth
softlee on himthn top soil
made it all firmn thn big rocks
no racoon cud budgn we all sd
we love yuit was neer th ancient
birch treea few metrs from th
rivr
he is a magik prsoni talk 2 him
thern in my hearthe lovd me
uncondishunaleen me him
mostlee peopul dont dew that
but ths veree conscious cat
duz
evn hes flying sumwher els
n me as wellbyond th fingrs
uv time
bill bissett
bill bissett was on th first childrns shuttul in2 erth from his home planet lunaria th oxygen had bin running out on that resplendent home planet it tuk a whil 2 get usd 2 erth dewing poetree certinlee helpd writing poetree books espeshulee konkreet visual poetree heering n c ing th words n heering th syllabuls aktivatid his space travl being 2 xplore mor
Pietro D.
Pietro D. lives and works in Milan, Italy. More at: pietrod.com.