GABO:VAGABOND NOUVEAU

Celebrated and towering
In the province of mind
Now wandering beyond the borders
Starving of words
Words slinging desire
Lost in dusty roads
Would not walk down
A dark alley
Twisted tongue
Stuttering
Dried up in hagography
With fire on water.
It was a thriving bazaar,or
Bazaar,it might have been
Behind closed walls
And futuristic storm
Soaring sublime
Compiling your walk.
Poet!
It is a waste
To disarm
The singing arm.
He wanteed a universal stage
but only got cafe unique
Here and there.
Poet!
Sing along
The soaring song in you
Let the cloud and the fog pass
Let the passage
-Sturdy and heavy-
Pass.