Time for nonsense ...

The giggles spar in nights of wonder in open air a scent of green paper towels to spread upon the play of thoughts.

A blink to a bling a bling a sound of songs

How he is a happy poor player of no time

No where to flutter a cheek .

He sat on a lost face for awhile...he dial a mighty crown like the link to be or not....a king a smile....he smiles

Living ...not of a judging soul of Souls

A joy a pride to old he looks the mirror told

The wheel  gives him wings...a wink ...nonesense  spoken in black pajamas...runnning need a push to the white seat of wisdom flush

No captive....never been he smiles again to a picture near.

The grave is his

He writes..he is right always

Is it now...is it now

A drink .."a beautiful"..to taste
he drinks a touch of memories ...in Love....he taste again and again