Tildas

a little voice is loose again
its cage is waving flags that rots the insides
you'll find your own
sense
of living
with hope that we are inclined

so help us all
be in the moment
and it carries us
home
not lucifers poem
so wait, it could take a minute

i'll lived on the breaking side of hope
bent back and stoned
home
and all places all unknown
you're happy when you spin

around
and animals you've found
answer baluba's call

the side walking dead
that have become my friends
i pre-sent to
you
and there's your glass of milk
and if they give you too little,
send it back