You came to me <br />dressed from cut out air <br />in freeze frames <br />and I thought the sky <br />was my giant umbrella <br />but then it twisted inside <br />started to cry <br />out that before my poem closes <br />louvered as concertina shelving <br />weather would gush nature to fold <br />grass blades over ants and my <br />hair to your fingers… <br /> <br />.. and I wondered....<br /><br />pssive w nker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-cut-out-of-freeze-frames/
