“Baby, you have
undas and undies
in here!”
(My baby to me this morning…it just felt like a poem)
Undas are Naturopathic tinctures
“Baby, you have
undas and undies
in here!”
(My baby to me this morning…it just felt like a poem)
Undas are Naturopathic tinctures
I walk alone in lonely woods
fading from fall to winter snows
moving from the warmth of home
to wander lost and barren
I wonder as I move from tree
to tree and touch the scratchy bark
concealing living wood within
and warm there in the cold
if I can find a home inside
this tree or that one, twisting in
the gloamy air I wander thru
and thus root down to earthBut no, this tree is walking still
moving and not going there
stuck here but there and not here
I walk alone in lonely woods.
As I am pessimistic that TGRD will matter…I think I shall practice something useful…
giggles
I am a ghost wandering in the dark
and you don’t even know,
you don’t even see.
Wandering lost and in sorrowful shades
and you don’t even know,
you don’t even see.
I am a wailing voice keening in grief
and you don’t even know,
you don’t even see.
Wrapped in a funeral shroud black and white
and you don’t even know,
you don’t even see.
You walk into the nook, seeing me here
but you don’t even know,
you don’t even see
you don’t even hear me screaming.