My Latest Poem (Draft)

Eating pasta on a Futura flight and drinking faster than I have before or will after. Tea, Gin and tapas, that was dessert and I bet that some of the sardines are both up and air tight. Grind Ink into the canvas Above pastures. The stewardesses are trying to keep me upright.

My Latest Poem

'Feet Fight Foes'

If I ventured outside
I would immediatly find ways to soften the blows.

No need to reach the stalk
They come to me.

My insides show that anyone is welcome to my tenure.
I've been where they've been!