and: the poetry thread

[Andrea]

gathering thoughts to the gentle noise of a ventilator in a room where bodies doesn´t hurt just feel a bit uncomfortable
the bird on the roof took the ladder to the top instead of flying
any clue why?
some say my wealth is the truth and hope is the wealth of the poor
but who cares?
they say true love is for free anyway
and the truth is that I do not hope
I just know
the rape of David Shrigley
the sex with Karl Hyde
the taste of white chocolate fingers
melting down
in the mouth
the bird on the roof choose the ladder instead of flying
any clue why?
he wasn´t even trying