john laws #5
yesterday was a no john laws poetry day in memory of the great, late henry lawson. it was his birthday.
i now return to our regular programming
it was like a hundred other rooms
used for a borrowed sensual love
guilt was out the window
and conscience like a bare bulb
hung above
outside desperate souls
clutched at love
and dragged it along behind
just step right through that door
bring anybody so long as the
book is signed
i now return to our regular programming
it was like a hundred other rooms
used for a borrowed sensual love
guilt was out the window
and conscience like a bare bulb
hung above
outside desperate souls
clutched at love
and dragged it along behind
just step right through that door
bring anybody so long as the
book is signed