By Chances are Date: 2003 Jan 10 Comment on this Work [[2003.01.10.04.43.23119]] |
The last poem that I wrote for me On the back of an envelope Thick paper, cream on the outside The inside lined with Irises Squiggly pink fluro letters With dots and curls, random and tight An archaic, ancient language I could not interpret it I think the language was Venusian Maybe from Venus sent to Mars? |